[This story contains pretty graphic scenes of rape and violence. A semi-turn in style for my stories, especially because of the short length. But if your reading this right now, your favorite trouble maker is still around]
Tara tiredly made her way up the stairs to her hotel room. She had listened James ramble on about Estella Warren for long enough. After the day of shooting, make-up and rehearsing, she needed a nap. Once at the top of the stairs she walked down to the end of the hall, opened up the door and walked inside, closing the door behind her.
"What a long day…" she said with fatigue in her voice. She took off her shoes and tossed them aside and collapsed onto her bed to fall asleep.
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She was awoken much later by a noise at her door. She didn't know if it was late or early, but if it was James asking for a bottle of rum again [he had done so in the past] she was going to personally castrate him. She opened the door, and was then shoved back into the room by strong hands. She hit the ground and looked up with a semi-frightened look on her face, what she saw was a simply large shadowy figure close the door.
Tara couldn't speak, she was too afraid. The figure grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her up off the ground and tossed her onto the bed. The figure approached her. She could have screamed or ran or at least called for help, but she was paralyzed with fear.
One of the figures large masculine hands clamped down over her mouth, the other undid her jeans and pulled them off along with her underwear. Then the hand reached back and Tara heard an unzipping noise. She would have screamed now if she could have, but no. The faint outline of a penis could be seen protruding from the large hulky shape and was moving towards her.
The mixed terror and pain she was feeling defied words. As the figure ravaged her small body, his hands fondling her breasts and ass. Crying too hard to scream all she could do was let it happen. Eventually when the person was done, they left as calmly and quickly as they came.
