If you have a weak constitution, then you shouldn't read this chapter. It contains a mild rape scene. ~Breezy~
Chapter 3
As Meagan made her way down to her apartment, she realized that she didn't want to be alone tonight. Oh well, she thought, it's too late to go back. Just as she reached the third floor landing, she heard banging. She didn't really think much of it as she stepped out of the elevator. She had been digging around in her purse when she heard the voice screaming, "Open this fucking door, you goddamn slut! I'm gonna give you what you deserve, whore." Oh why today, she thought as she ran back to the elevator. She had just made it back and had pushed the button for Andy's floor when she heard footsteps from the other side of the elevator. Damn it, damn it damn it, she thought as she hit the button to make the doors close faster. They were almost closed when she saw the hand between the doors.
"I thought I heard the fucking elevator. And I was hoping it would be you in it, you fucking slut." Michael said as he stepped into the elevator with Meagan.
"Just leave me alone, Mike. Or haven't you had enough punishment tonight, you drunken whale's penis?"
"Shut your fuckin' mouth. Or better yet, make it being open useful." After Michael said that, he grabbed a handful of Meagan's hair, hit the elevator stop button, and unzipped his fly.
"Michael, let me go. Please, I won't tell anyone you even thought of doing...." She didn't get to finish her sentence. He forced her onto her knees and shoved his 6" uncut length into her open mouth, making her gag.
Oh god, Meagan thought as tears sprang to her eyes. I shouldn't have said anything to piss him off. I should have known better. Michael was brutally using her mouth, fucking her face with his disgusting manhood.
"Yeah, take it you fucking whore. I'm gonna cum in your fucking mouth, and you're gonna swallow like a good little slut, aren't you." Michael grunted before he spilled his seed into her mouth.
Meagan swallowed as fast as she could just to get this degradation over with. He threw her away from him, zipping his pants as he said, "I know you don't deserve me back, but I'm willing to forgive you for your attitude tonight. Just remember that I own you."
That said, he hit the button for the next floor and exited, leaving Meagan in the car that was heading up to Andy's room. Oh shit, she thought as she stood up on quavering legs, I don't feel good. The elevator barely made it to Andy's floor before she lurched off of it and barely was able to knock before she passed out.
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Andy heard the elevator ding and then heard the faint knock. Hmm, Meagan must have forgotten something, he thought as he headed towards the door. He was definitely surprised to see Meagan passed out on the floor, her mouth looking raw.
"Oh, shit, Meagan, what happened, love?" Andy asked as he knelt down to check if she was alive. When she didn't respond, he picked her up and carried her in to his apartment, setting her on his bed.
"Meagan. Meagan, wake up, sweetie. That's it." Andy coaxed as she opened her eyes wide, with a look of..... fear? What does she have to fear, Andy thought. "Meagan, what happened?" He asked.
"Mike.... He... He was at my apartment, pounding on the door.... Then, he caught up with me in the elevator... I was coming back up here... He..... He....." She couldn't finish because she started bawling, but Andy could guess the rest. Andy had heard of seeing red when someone was angry, but it had never happened to anyone he knew, until now. He took deep breaths to calm himself down, because Meagan needed him. He silently vowed to hunt Michael down and kill him. He wrapped his arms around her in a comforting manner, slowly rocking her back and forth trying to calm her down.
"Shhh, Meg, it's ok. You're safe now. He can't hurt you." He didn't know what else he could say, so he just kept repeating it, turning it in to a sort of mantra. When he felt her start to relax, he said, "I'm going to let you go to find you something else to wear besides that skirt, ok?" She nodded. He rummaged through his drawers, coming back to the bed with a pair of his old pajama pants and an old college t-shirt. He left the room while she changed her clothes.
As he was waiting for her to change, he hurried over to his phone and called the club to check on her friends.
"Hey, Richard, it's Andy. How're Meagan's friends?........... Ahh, ok. Just remember, keep their alcohol limited.......... Yeah, she's fine now, I hope.............. No, we were actually just talking.......... Oh stop being such a perverted asshole, she was telling me about her history with the jerkoff.......... Yeah, that guy...... Oh, I'll have to explain it all later........ Yeah, she's in my room changing right now....... No, we aren't going to do that...... I gotta go, Dick........ Yeah I know, 'shove it up your ass', right?....... Hahaha.... Talk to you soon, dude."
He went back to his bedroom to check if she wanted anything and saw her already under the covers on her side. When he sneaked over to look at her beautiful face, he saw that she was asleep.
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Meagan woke up slowly, wondering why her mouth felt abused and what that strange taste was. She jerked awake, remembering the way Mike had used her in his anger. She felt the tears well in her eyes, wondering where she was and how she got there. She looked around, noticing that she was in a very clean, masculine bedroom that definitely wasn't Mike's, so he didn't take her with him. She wasn't paying much attention to her own state of dress when she threw her legs over the side of the king-sized bed to try to find a bathroom.
A hesitant knock at the door forced a squeak of surprise from her throat before she went and flung the door open. A startled Andy was on the other side, hand poised to knock again. She watched his eyes wander down her body and back up. It was then she realized that she wasn't dressed in the clothes she had worn to the night club.
She gasped, "Oh my god. Andy, you scared me. Uhmm... I hate to seem ungrateful, but what happened to me last night? I mean, I remember what Mike did to me and all, but how did I get here, and where are my clothes?" She tried to look at anything but Andy as she said this.
