Trish knew something wasn't right when she entered the building. She looked again at the adress to make sure she had it correct.
"8945 Crawford Street." She said aloud,"Yeah I got it right."
She carefully walked around the seemingly vaccant building. She was to meet her long time online friend "CrazyCool" a man she had been talking to for over 9 months now. She felt a connection to him. She could talk to him about anything and it seemed he understood. Even when she complained about her husband and how he couldn't satisfy her in bed. He seemed patient and to be a good listener. Even giving out advice to her on how to be more aggesive in her appraoch to their lovemaking. But tonight for the first time ever she had a eerie feeling about meeting him. She knew all of the things people said about not ever giving out personal information, but she felt she knew Eric. She felt she could trust him. He had turned into one of the best friends she had ever had.
"Stop being a stupid Bitch," Trish said to herself,"This is "CrazyCool". He wouldn't hurt you. You know him. He's a good guy."
But still the feeling remained as she walked through what she thought was a deserted building. Calling out his name with each new room she came to. She was only greeted with silence. She thought about writting a note and leaving it for him, but decided not to.
"I'll wait for another 5 minutes and then I'm out of here." She said to no one in particular. She continued her search for Eric. "Why the hell did he want to meet here??"
She was highly confused. And every nerve of her body was on edge. Her instincts all screamed "Leave! Leave now!"
But she didn't and that would prove to be her most fateful mistake.
She walked inside a room that was totally dark except a few candles lighting the way. She remembered telling him how her husband isn't the most romantic of the bunch and how much she misses romance so maybe he was doing that to remind her how it felt to be romanced. That's what she told herself, but the eerie feeling was getting worse now. She followed the candles all the way to the back a big room. Her eyes had adjusted so she could see better in the dark. But was confused by what she saw a strange looking table had been erected in the middle of the room complete with leather straps and metal handcuffs. She started to back out the room when Eric finally spoke.
"Glad you could make it babe."
"What's all this shit??"
"Just a game I'm sure you'll enjoy."
"Eric I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but as much as I told you about my fantasies that's all they are is fantasies! I don't want to act on them!!"
"Alittle late for that now Bitch!" He walked over to her and slapped her," Do you know what you did to me talking about all of that rape shit...You got me thinking..Got me thinking and got me HARD!!" He hit her a few more times until she fell to the floor sobbing.
"Eric I thought you were my friend. I thought I could trust you."
"You don't know anything about me Cunt!" He started to laugh a bone chilling laugh,"LIke did you know you have been chatting with a man who just got out after spending 5 years in the hole for rape?" He reached down and tore her shirt. "So you don't know ME you know the man I wanted you to. You played into my hands perfectly. All those rape stories and every instant message I saved. If you do go to the cops it will look like you wanted this!"
Trish's sobbing was louder now because she knew he was right. And how vould she go to the cops when her husband didn't have a clue about her online alter ego. He would divorce her and take her children away. The faces of her children passed before her eyes. She knew he had her.
"Get up Bitch and undress!"
She hesitated so he decided to help her. He ripped through her sweater with the knife he was concealing in the back of his pants. The knife made Trish shake.
"OH MY GOD!! He's got a knife!!!" She thought to herself trying to keep a hold of the hysteria threating to take over her body.
"You gonna get fucked real good tonight Whore! I'm gonna rape every hole you have! Now Take off those jeans unless you need more of my help!" He held up the knife watching as Trish's eyes followed it's every move.
Without hesitation she unbutoned her jeans and slid them off of her body.
"Nice sexy panties. You can't tell me you don't want this. Only a slut would wear panties like that to meet someone for the first time. You a slut darlin?"
Trish was begining to feel very sluty in her read g string silk panties.