You know that feeling donβt you? The one in the pit of your stomach that lets you know when things are too much to handle. Well, thatβs how I felt that day. Pulse racing and passion driven rage. I was determined to get fucked. No matter what happened. I was ready.
It was a cool October night. The sun was setting below the bare trees. Looking as if to tell me good-bye. I walked silently, pulling at the sleeves at my jacket as I felt the wind push against my back. Tucking my hands inside the warm material as I looked around suspiciously. Feeling eyes all around me as the darkness set the shadows. I could feel my blood heat as I thought of what would happen. Not looking at my steps as I felt my foot hit something. I jumped as a small whimper parted my closed pouted lips. Looking down to see a twig and smiling to myself in a stupid way as I continued to press on.
Darkness covering my path as I walked further into the woods. Strange noises heightening my imagination as I looked carefully at the ground. Then suddenly stopping. My breath becoming sharp as I swing my body to look behind me. My pulse racing as my eyes trace the outline of the shadowed trees. A shiver over my spine as I step forward to a brush. My hands cupped into balls as I see a shadow of what seems to be a person. In fear, I step back, feeling my breath stop in the pit of my gut. It moves. Walking out of the dark deserted forest onto the path. Reaching an arm out to grab my shoulder and hold me as my feet glue to the ground. Unable to speak or move.
As the moonlight brightens from behind a dark cloud, I see his face. Familiar in my mind, but unknown to me. He steps closer. His palm tight around my collar bone, pressing in as to cause pain. I whimper softly looking into his cold uncaring stare. He presses harder, forcing me to my knees. My eyes searching in frantic suspicion for emotion. He speaks softly.
β I have been watching you. And you will become mine. If you fight me. You will loose.β
His eyes burning into mine as he lets go of my shoulder. He bends down and reaches a hand between my legs and his other over my shoulders as he picks me up. Still to frighten to move as I lay helplessly in his arms. Suddenly feeling a slope in the road as he brings me toward something. I see nothing against the terrible darkness covering my vision. I hear a set of keys, rattling as I feel his grip lighten on my shoulders. Then a door opens, as I hear his heavy footsteps on the floor. The door closes with a slam as my eyes still try to adjust to the deepening darkness. He lays me down upon a couch. I sit up immediately and look around at the room. He turns on a light.