Warning: Contains rape, some blood.
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I stepped out of the elevator and sucked in my breath at the view. The skyline of Paris was beautiful in the fall. The rich reds, yellows and oranges mixing to create a colorful blanket that settled over the city, comforting it. Autumn is my favorite season, and I loved viewing it here.
I walked over to the railing and gripped my jacket tighter around me. The sun was out – but the wind was blustery at this height. Looking around I saw that there was only one other person on the landing with me, a man with a black trench coat and black fedora on seemingly lost in the view. Enraptured by all of Paris’s beauty this season, just as I was.
I was so enamored with the splendor below me that I didn’t notice when mysterious man came up behind me. I started to turn back to the elevator, but he prohibited my passage. I opened my mouth to tell him to go to hell, but I found myself suddenly whipped around.
A gloved hand slapped over my mouth, barring me from speaking those words. I drew my breath in sharply around the slick leather when I felt his lips cruise up my neck. It was shock to the system, an unexpected sign of ultimate possession. Whatever I was bracing for, it wasn’t this.
His tenderness on my neck made me want to weep, answer his every demand. I felt myself go slack and my muscles loosen. The hand left my mouth, trusting me now to be silent and slid down my shoulder to remove my jacket. I shivered with the shock of the cool wind.
He turned me around roughly and crushed his mouth down onto mine. His hands working feverishly to remove my clothes as rapidly as possible. He stepped back and broke the connection of our mouths as he tossed my clothes over the side of the railing.
I stood before him naked. Lips slightly swollen from the brutality of his kiss. Whatever shyness I had before was stripped from me, just as my clothes were. I felt no modesty with this man, despite the unknown. I stepped forward to remove his hat and jacket, but he ducked my hand and spun me around to face away from him.
I was pushed against the railing and forcibly shoved forward so that I bent forward over it at the waist. I gripped the railing tightly as I dipped forward as he lifted the lower half of my body. He was clutching me by my hips and it was the only connection that kept me from tumbling forward to my death.
My vision blurred slightly from my wariness of heights. But just as suddenly as it blurred, it instantly became crystal clear as he parted his coat, wrapped my legs around his waist and plunged himself into me. I cried out at this sudden, painful and unexpected intrusion. Certainly not unwelcome.
I could feel the railing digging into my abdomen, scratching the delicate skin on the rusty metal. It only heightened the thrill of the experience. The pain and pleasure coming alternately as with each stroke he went deeper and deeper. I felt as though each time he plunged forward, I would be split in two.