"Fuck!" Madeline exclaimed when she realized she was going to be late for school. She was already on probation and didn't want to get into any more trouble than she already had. She was already spending the next two weeks in detention and she didn't need another especially since today was her eighteenth birthday. Quickly she threw on a long black dress and headed to school. It was third period by the time she arrived and she raced to the back door where she knew she'd have a better chance of sneaking in.
David was leaning against the door, looking at her. A cigarette was pinched between his middle and forefinger. She stopped and looked at him, surprised to see him. "Oh, hey. What are you doing out here?"
She had been the new kid at school for nearly a month now and he'd been her only friend. He was overly protective of her which she kind of liked, but sometimes he pushed it too far. She stared into his handsome face and knew something was wrong. He'd been held back a year which made him about nineteen. It was a sore subject for him and he was often angry. His black hair wasn't pulled into his usual ponytail and his eyes bled black which was never a good sign. The darkness of his features made his skin glow almost an eerie pale.
"What are you doing out here?" She repeated as she shifted the weight of her bag to her other shoulder.
He lifted his hand, showing her the cigarette he was holding. She smiled. "Ah, well enjoy I'm late for class." She tried to open the door but he was leaning on it, which made it difficult. She sighed, realizing he was having one of his "bad days." Madeline shook her head. "I'm tired of this shit. You have a real fuckin' attitude problem lately. Until you're in a better mood don't come around me. Now excuse me I have to get to class." Again she tried to push past him, but was unsuccessful. He was blocking her way. "David move, I'm already late for class." She tried to move him by pushing, but was worn out in the process. She breathed hard, looking at him. "What's your problem? You're being a real asshole."
He didn't answer her. He just stared at her with an intense expression. He'd been attracted to her since the day he'd met her. She was beautiful. She had auburn ringlets that were often left down in an unruly manner. Her eyes were always lined thick with black eyeliner bringing out the jade color of them in an almost eerie fashion. She was petite only about 5'5" which made him tower over her at 6'3". Her body had been one of the better ones he'd ever seen. She was thin but shapely. Her breasts were full, probably a C cup, her waist tiny, and her hips and ass round and perfect. He licked his lips as he watched her thinking of the things that would come, the things that he would do to her.
When he didn't answer her she turned around, intent on going to another entrance. David grabbed her wrist harshly in the palm of his hand and pulled her back, slamming her against the door. She closed her eyes tightly and winced. "Ow, fuck! What'd you do that for?"
"I warned you before to never turn your back on me." He said as he tightened the grip that he had around her arms. He stepped closer, leaning into her body.
"You're hurting me! Ouch, you're hurting me!" He ran his thumb along her bottom lip. She took his thumb into her mouth, and bit it hard, drawing blood. He grunted. The sound told her that the bite had hurt like hell. Good. He backhanded her hard for it. She called out in pain when she felt the slap. A small moan escaped her lips as she felt her knees begin to give. The only thing that kept her from falling was the firm grip he had on her.
David pulled her up, pressing her to the door with his body. "That's the last time you'll draw blood. You'll learn to treat me with respect." Two giggling girls walked by them. Without any kind of warning David leaned over and kissed her hard, trying to keep her quiet, not wanting her to call over to them. The girls turned to them and started laughing harder, whistling as they walked by. She had never been kissed so roughly before, and didn't like it. She struggled in his arms trying to get free from the painful hold he had on her. Finally she shoved him off and moved away from him, her hand moving up to her still burning cheek. A defiant anger grew inside her as she felt the sting of the slap.
Glaring at him she moved forward, hitting him repeatedly. The blows failed in hurting him, but succeeded in making him angry. He suddenly laughed. It was a terrible sound filled with rage. He lashed out and grabbed her wrists in his hands, and forced her arms behind her back. His arms were wrapped around her body as he held her in a submissive position. Her head was back as she strained against his strong hold. Her body unwillingly pressed hard against him as she moved to get free from him. To her horror she could feel his growing arousal as she struggled to free herself. Moaning out of frustration, she helplessly looked up at him. "Please stop this, David. I didn't do anything to you."
He turned her around and slammed her against the door, pinning her body with his. Reaching into the pocket of his trench coat he pulled out a small brown bottle and cloth. He undid the lid, and bathed the cloth in a horrid smelling fluid. She didn't even notice when he put the bottle back in his pocket. The only thing she could think of was how fucking nuts this guy was. What was he going to do? What was in the bottle? Her eyes grew wide with fear as he lifted the cloth to her mouth, and closed his hand over her mouth, and nose. The smell of the cloth made it next to impossible to breathe. She found out what was in the bottle.
Madeline finally grew tired, and her fighting gradually stopped. Her eyelids grew heavy, and the last thing she heard was David's voice. "I'll show you that I'm better then him."
With his words came a black blanket that wrapped itself around her, cloaking her senses, and casting her into a deep sleep.
She lay limp in his arms and he stared down at her with adoration. From the moment he saw her he wanted her as more than just a friend, but she wasn't interested. She was more interested in flirting with any other man in school. Well he would show her that he was better than all of them. He would make her love him, even if he had to do it like this. It was the day of her eighteenth birthday and he had a special present for her.
Madeline opened her still heavy eyelids, and looked around the dimly lit room. The only source of light was coming from several white candles scattered throughout the room. The suffocating scent of vanilla rode the air, making her cough. She sat up and started to push the white sheet that covered her body off. She stopped immediately when she saw that the sheet was the only thing she had to shield her naked body. "Where are my clothes?" She thought to herself. She pulled the sheets back up her chest, and tucked a loose lock of auburn hair behind her ear. Madeline looked around nervously, trying to get an idea of where she was, finally she saw it. A dark figure blanketed by shadows sitting in the darkest corner of the room. Squinting she tried to figure out who it was. She thought she had dreamed what happened with David. She was still a little disoriented, but slowly she realized that she hadn't dreamed it. She licked her lips, a nervous habit she had developed at the age of six, and parted her now moist lips to speak. "David? Where are my clothes?"
