"Where the hell am I?"
Jane opened her eyes to a dark wooden ceiling, rafters sneaking along and supporting the termite infested pine beams, meeting in the middle. As she attempted to move her head and roll to her side, she realized her arms were tied tightly around her back, her ankles bound together, and a cloth stuffed deeply inside her mouth. The scream muffled in her throat as all the flashes of the night before came flooding back to her.
Having a drink at her apartment, alone... Growing tired around midnight and crawling into bed... A loud noise and pressure waking her up suddenly... A sickly sweet aroma engulfing her as her eyelids shut on their own accord...
Her heart began to race in her chest as she fought against her restraints, praying that this was somebody's idea of a sick joke. Why was she alone in this room, bound and gagged, laying on her back? Who in the world would possibly know she was missing?
Tears formed in her eyes and leaked from the corners. No. This was fucking impossible. She would close her eyes and magically wake up from this bad dream in her own bed. But no, she felt the cold wind from the cracks in the walls snaking against her bare feet and arms. She was trapped.
She remembered the prayer her nanny had taught her when she was very little. Now I lay me... She groped for the words now.
"Now I lay me... down to sleep..."
She heard footsteps in the next room...
"I pray the Lord... my soul to keep..."
The door swung open and a shadowed figure stood before her...
"If I should die before I wake..."
The figure came thundering across the room as she desperately tried to back up, a hand slamming across her face, and once again all was dark.
"Jane... Baby girl Jaaa-aaane... Wake up, love."
There was a metallic salty taste in her mouth. It took her a moment to realize it was blood. She licked her lips, chapped and dry, as she raised her head slowly, the bright lights blinding her momentarily.
"Oh god... it wasn't a dream..."
"There we go, love. There are your pretty green eyes opening up for me. You've been asleep for way too long baby girl Jane." A taunting voice chuckled deeply from the corner of the room. Jane's arms stretched above her head, still tied together tightly, and hung perfectly from a suspended chain. Her hair, she had so carefully pulled it up last night, was hanging wildly about her face and down her back, the dark locks in complete disarray.
"Where am I? Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" She moved herself about to find the disembodied voice, but the bright lights kept the corners hidden in shadows, concealing her captor. Her heart began thudding deep in her chest again.
"Oh Jane, love. You ask too many questions. You'll get no answers until I decide you can have answers. You've been a bad little girl, Jane. Such a cock tease..."
Two hands lightly grabbed her hips and she froze in place. Slowly their grasp tightened and pulled her ass against a warm body. She squeezed her eyes shut and felt more tears fall as the hands climbed her sides, over her breasts, a chin resting on the top of her head, one finger finding the wetness on her cheeks.
"Crying already, baby Jane? You don't even know what is in store for you, love. It's no time to cry. Yet."
Finally the dark voice circled in front of her, and she came face to face with him.
"What?! I don't understand! What's going on?!" His blonde hair still crept and swung into his eyes. His dark brown eyes, almost black. His wicked grin still prominent on his face as he lifted her chin to completely meet his gaze.
"I knew you'd remember me, Jane. I knew you would." He snickered and walked back into the shadows as her mouth hung open, incredulous. Jane couldn't remember his name. She only remembered his face and that crooked smile mocking her.
It had been two years ago. Two years. She had lived in another apartment building with two roommates. One night, they had all gone out drinking, having fun, and Rachel had invited her boyfriend and his friend back to stay at their place. They all went to bed well into the morning, and the friend woke Jane in the middle of the night.
He was standing over her, his blonde hair in his eyes, his hands on his engorged dick, her covers flipped down to reveal her nakedness. She had immediately screamed, kicking him in the stomach, waking the house. He apologized profusely, claiming drunken sleepwalking; he didn't realize what he was doing. Eventually they all went back to sleep, but not before Jane locked her door tightly, and he was never allowed at their apartment again.
David. That was his name.
"So Jane, baby, how have you been?" He had walked back into her view, but this time with a large knife in his hands. Immediately she froze, her hands, face, and feet going numb with fear.
"What are you doing, David?"
"Look at that ladies and gentleman! The stuck up bitch remembered my name! How ever did you do it, sweetheart." He snickered lightly again as he walked as close to her as he could get; his face bent down next to hers. "Now, love, Jane, baby. You're going to want to stay absolutely, positively still. And don't get that girly notion to start screaming your head off. Because there are always... ways... of stopping that." He smirked as he drew the blade across her cheek and down her neck.
"please..." She barely whispered the words, her body shaking as the knife slipped further and further down her body. She stared into his eyes while he watched the blade.
"Oh yes, Jane. Please. Don't worry. If you cooperate, you'll be having just as much fun as I am by the time this over. Maybe." He brought the knife to the base of her sleep shirt and slowly slit the fabric open. It was quickly removed, leaving only her panties between her and the world.
"I was surprised to find you sleep in clothes now, Jane. Although it was rather cold last night. I think we'll just leave these on for now." He pulled at her cotton undies, turning to place the knife back onto a table at his side.
He circled her then, her arms still tied above her head, her breasts exposed to the air, her nipples hardening already to the frigid air. He was biting his bottom lip as his hands slid up to cup a tit in each hand, his fingers rolling a nipple around. Jane could already see a bulge growing in his pants, and she could not believe the shame she felt as he molested her body.
"I hate you. Can't you find a girl to date you? Or are you so fucked up no one will have you."
He squeezed each nipple tightly until she yelped in pain, laughing as he did so.
"Actually, love. I've been dating the same girl for a year now. But I found out you moved down here last month, and I just couldn't overlook an opportunity to completely humiliate you like you did me. Look at your body. If you had only let me cum quietly that night over you..." He smacked her face again then, and quickly ripped her panties down to her feet.
