I watched the men with caution. For the first time in my life, I actually felt what could be defined as scared. They poked and prodded at my body, each time one of them touched me it sent a cold shiver up my spine. Their breath smelt of liquor and beer, it wafted through the air and filled my nostrils every time one of them spoke. They laughed and sniggered at the mess they had made of my body, the body they had stripped down, wrongly touched and beaten to a pulp. They eventually left, thinking I was dead. Believe me, I wanted to be. Then Carlisle found me.