Hello Reader, this is only my second attempt at writing and i feel it is completely different from my first. Please leave comments, feedback of any sort is welcomed. Thank you and I hope you enjoy!
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Alone in the darkness I walk. At two in the morning, every shadow seems somehow deeper and darker. My skin crawls as my mind wanders to what could be hiding in those shadows.
On my way home from wherever it is I've been. I chose the walk to help clear my head from the alcohol. I walk pretty straight for someone who just drank half a bottle of rum.
My friend invited me out for drinks. I know the bar we went to. Know the location, the name of the place escapes me at the moment.
Again my mind wanders, this time trying to remember the name of that damned bar. "Oh well" I think, as I decide it doesn't really matter. I begin to think I should have gotten a ride home from my friend as my legs are now freezing. The thin material of my short black skirt does nothing to protect against the chill of the night air. I quicken my steps, trying to get home quicker. Then I can curl up in my warm bed.
My mind is thinking about my warm bed when suddenly a hand covers my mouth and a strong arm around my waist pulls me into an alley. My heart races as I try to fight back. No use, hes too strong. I wiggle and squirm trying to escape. The arms pull me back into the hard wall that is his chest. His arousal is evident even through his jeans and my skirt, as I feel it pressed hard and hot against my ass.
I feel his breath, warm and moist against my ear as he speaks. "Stop fighting or this is gonna get a lot worse." He moves the arm around my waist and his hand finds the hem of my shirt. I feel his fingers on my stomach. Slowly sliding over my skin until he reaches my black lace bra. He fumbles with the clasp and finally releases it, allowing my breasts to swing free.
He warns me not to yell, tells me he has a knife and he will use it on me if I yell. Aware this is going to happen and afraid, I keep my mouth shut as the hand covering my mouth moves to join the other under my shirt. Then both hands are grasping at my breasts. Kneading and groping them, twisting and pinching my nipples. I feel him grind him hips against me, rubbing the hard bulge in his jeans against my ass. I realize the attention he is paying to my breasts and nipples is getting me wet between my legs. My pussy is suddenly sopping wet and aching to be filled. My cheeks turn bright red with shame. This man is going to rape me, and apparently my body is enjoying it. This is wrong, I think to myself.
Suddenly his hands are gone. I try to run. I make it only a few steps before his hand in my hair jerks me backward and off my feet. I land hard on my ass and know that it will be bruised. He is in front of me for the first time. I don't know what he looks like, he's wearing one of those black ski masks with openings at the eyes and mouth. There is a glint of light and I notice he is holding the knife he mentioned earlier. It is very big and looks very sharp.
A quick movement and my shirt is in tatters. My bra and skirt follow soon after. He takes a length of my skirt and binds my hand together. Another piece of my clothes becomes a gag. He looks around for a moment and apparently finds what he is looking for, I can see a smirk cross his lips as I stand there crying.
He walks me over to the wall of the alley. There is a piece of something jutting from the wall above my head. It looks like a piece of metal that has been screwed into the brick of the building. He takes yet another piece of my shredded skirt and loops it between my wrists. He then lifts my wrists above my head and ties the cloth to the metal. It is high enough that I have to stand on my tip toes.
