Exhausted from another day of driving she sat in the dimly lit motel room, smut book in hand while wearing loose fitting sweatpants and a t-shirt. She was on a cross country road trip, to visit her friend, and had been driving for several days, but tonight she was enjoying the simple comforts that the motel room offered her. She had ordered a pizza and washed it down with a few glasses of wine before losing herself in a hot shower. Now, she sat on the bed with a book, her hair still damp, while the day faded away.
Suddenly, the room phone rang. Startling her from the near zen state that was washing over her. When she answered it, the voice on the other end informed her that she had left her car light on. Confused, she went outside with car keys in hand but when her car came into view there were no lights on, a feeling of unease came over her that was quickly replaced by paranoia. She took a quick look around but with nobody in sight she retreated back to her motel room.
Once inside she locked both the deadbolt and door's chain lock. The blinds were already closed but she went to close them even more, they barely moved but still she was comforted by the action. Looking around the entrance to the room she started to feel safer,
no one is getting in here
she thought to herself. Then her mind analyzed the day for anything suspicious, there were only a few cars in the parking lot and one semi truck, sans trailer. The semi, she suddenly realized, looked familiar. Was that the truck she kept seeing today? It was hard to tell now that night had fallen, plus, she had been on the road for four days and had seen so many vehicles that they were starting to blur together. Maybe it was a different one but she couldn't shake the familiar feeling.
She stared at the blinds covering the window, contemplating whether or not she should take a peek outside to confirm her suspicions, but just then a yawn made its way up from her chest into her mouth. As it escaped from her body it left within her a feeling of exhaustion,
I'm being paranoid
, she thought to herself. The days spent driving had gotten to her and now her mind was playing tricks. She sighed and turned around, desiring nothing more than the comfort of a warm bed.
Now facing the room, her eyes went directly to the bed, blocking out the rest of the room, including the silhouette that seemed to be growing larger by the second. When she finally realized that she wasn't alone in the room a surge of pain coursed through her abdomen that left her winded. Gasping for air she reflexively bent over and felt another surge of pain course through her body, this time she saw the source. A man's fist, buried in her stomach, she followed the fist up the arm wanting to get a look at her assailant but before her eyes reached his body she felt herself being pushed backwards onto the bed.
Still gasping for air, he grabbed her around the waist, lifting her up and slammed her back down, moving her so that her body was entirely on the bed. He then sat on top of her chest, her breasts compressed underneath the weight of his body. The breath was starting to return to her lungs and with it came her strength, she knew what he wanted and she wasn't going to let him have her. She lashed out with her nails scratching whatever she could reach, her left hand grazing his face and coming away with drops of blood.
He screamed out in pain and slapped her, then grabbed her wrists with either hand, moving his body up hers so that he could pin her arms underneath his knees. She tried to break her arms free but it was no use. Her legs flailed uselessly behind him, unable to make contact. He slapped her again, and again, and again, she stopped moving after the last slap and when she finally looked at his face she saw a cruel smile form in his mouth. That's when she felt the fear.
'Resist again and I will hurt you.' He said to her in an even tone while looking into her eyes.
As she looked back she knew this wasn't the first time he's done this. Fear grew in her mind and although she wasn't ready to give up, she feared he had already won. He took off his belt and wrapped it around her wrists, tightening it until her hands squeezed together, then pulled one notch tighter. She felt the blood in her hands start to slow as the belt cut off the circulation. With one hand holding her bound arms in place, he drew a small rope from his pocket that looked like a shoelace. He looped the shoe lace under the belt and in between her wrists and secured it to the headboard, locking her arms in place above her head. She struggled against the restraint but was unable to free herself from the knot. He laughed as she struggled, his pleasure only increasing as she resisted.
With her arms bound, he moved back down her body before sitting himself on her crotch. Looking down at his victim with that same cruel smile, he slowly gyrated his hips, pressing himself into her, anticipating that which was to come. When he stopped the motion, he reached into his other pocket and pulled out a small flat object. Using his thumb he pushed a small nub on the side of the object which revealed a blade. She froze upon seeing the knife, terrified of what he might do with it.
He brought the knife to the bottom of her shirt and cut a strip into the middle, then he dropped the knife on the bed beside her. With both his hands he grabbed her shirt on either side of the strip and violently ripped the rest of the shirt until it stopped at the hem at her neck. Grabbing the knife he brought the blade to her neck and cut the hem. She didn't even realize she had stopped breathing as the knife approached her neck and was surprised at the relief she felt when he cut the hem of her shirt. Now that the shirt was cut open he pushed it up in her armpits to fully reveal her naked torso.
Only then did he get off of her, standing at the end of the bed he grabbed both her pants and her panties and violently pulled them off, exposing her naked body. She crossed her legs and looked away from him as he admired her, he was still fully clothed, and she felt ashamed. This feeling, combined with her fear, brought tears to her eyes and she found herself pleading.
'Please,' she whimpered, 'Please don't.' But this only amused him, a sadistic smile crossed his face and she could tell there was no stopping him. He was enjoying her anguish.
'I've been watching you.' He admitted as he pulled a few items out of his pocket.
He deposited the items onto the bed outside of her view but left one of them in his hand, a cell phone, which he brought up so that the camera lens faced her. She turned her face away from the camera, disgusted that he would want to preserve this moment.
'There's nothing to be ashamed of darling,' He attempted to console her, 'I only want to remember how beautiful you are.' He put down his phone on the bed and grabbed her legs, forcing them apart.
