I'm sitting on a couch in a small cabin with the man who assaulted in the park standing in front of me with a snide smirk on his face. The strap from my dress is pulled down off my shoulder and my breast is still exposed.
"It's really good to see you again, sweetheart." He says, rubbing his hand against the bulge forming in his jeans.
"Where's my mom?" I say in a demanding tone, like I had some kind of authority to back it up.
"I honestly have no idea where your mother is."
"You said...you said she was here!"
"No, YOU said she was here...." He says, taking a gulp of his beer. "I just didn't tell you that you were...mistaken."
"You bastard!" I say, swinging at him. He grabs my wrist and slings me back into the couch.
"Careful, unlike that other guy...." He says, motioning toward the door, "....I like rough foreplay. You look gorgeous, by the way. I'm so glad you wore the dress. I really like it."
"Help! Help me!" I scream at the top of my lungs.
"Scream all you want. Nobody's gonna hear you."
He grabs another can of beer off the coffee table and hands it to me. "Here, this should help you loosen up a little."
I glare at him sitting motionless on the couch.
"Take it." He says, popping it open and holding it in my face.
"I don't want it." I say coldly, folding my arms defiantly in front of me.
"You know, you're either really brave or really stupid." He says, downing the beer in one gulp. "Not that it matters either way. It's not going to change anything."
The gravity of the situation hits me. I know what I'm in for and this time I brought it all on myself. I should have never gotten in that cab! How stupid do I have to be! Fear takes over and I start shaking violently. Sobs catch in the back of my throat as tears sting the corners of my eyes.
"It's okay, Princess." He says, sitting down on the couch beside. He places his hand on my leg rubbing it gently. "Don't cry."
For a moment he seems sincere. He forces the beer into my hand. He looks me right in the eye and it catches me off guard. His dark blue eyes seem much softer than the last time he glared at me with his icy cold stare. He gently assists me in lifting the can up to my mouth to take a sip.
Again, he encourages me to put the can to my lips and take in another, bigger drink. His hand creeps under my dress inching up my thigh. A gasp escapes my lips as I squirm under his touch. He grips my inner thigh tight in his hand when I try to scoot away from him.
"I need you to be good." He says, positioning his body on top of me, pinning me to the couch. He lifts the beer can up and proceeds to pour it into my mouth. I choke and gag unable to swallow the flood of liquid fast enough as it burns the back of my throat on the way down. He greedily laps up all of overflow that runs down my chin and drips down my chest.
I'm frozen in fear, paralyzed, my mind is telling me to fight, to run, to get the hell out of here but my body isn't listening. For some unknown reason I physically can't bring myself to move. He grabs another beer and repeats the same process. I've drank alcohol a couple of times before but I've never chugged it, which is essentially what he is forcing me to do right now. I can feel my head starting to spin. He sucks all the escaping liquid off my chin and then moves down to where a pool of ale is contained by my bra. He slips the straps of both my dress and my bra off my other shoulder exposing both breasts.
"We can't let this go to waste now, can we?" He says, lapping up the spilled liquid from between my breasts and my bra.
His hand slides down under the hem of my dress. He gropes around slipping his fingers under the band of my panties. I clamp my legs together blocking his access to the area he wanted to play with.
"Open up, sweetheart." He whispers in my ear. "I prefer to do this the easy way but we can do it the hard way, if we have it."
