I’m walking down a dark deserted street. It’s late at night. I have on my skirt, blouse and light sweater. It’s warm out so I’m not cold. I hear a noise from somewhere behind me. I’m not scared tho. It sounds far away. Then I hear foot steps. They are coming closer. I have very high heels on so walking faster than I am already doing is hard to do. I want to look over my shoulder but I don’t want to. Am I just being paranoid?
I hear the foot steps getting closer. There is nowhere for me to go. Just empty buildings around. I can’t take it anymore and I look behind me. There is a man there. He is tall with dark hair but that’s all I can make out. Except that he looks big. I’m a little frightened now. He seems to be walking faster now. I’m trying not to panic. My breath is getting faster; my pulse is starting to race. I’m being silly, I know. He is just a man walking late at night like I am. I turn the corner hoping to find somewhere to hide. There is no where. But up ahead I see an alley. I run up to it and step inside it. He won’t find me here. Its pitch black and there’s not a lot of room. He will pass right by.
I can hear his steps, getting closer and closer. I hold my breath. He passes by. I let out my breath, thankful that he has gone. Just as I am about to peek out, he steps into the alley. There is nowhere for me to hide.
“Were you waiting for me?” he asks.
I can’t find my voice. He trails his hand from my neck down my arm. Lightly skimming over my breast. “Please don’t hurt me” I say in a quiet voice. “I have money in my purse, take it”.
But it’s not my money he wants. His hand goes to the collar of my blouse. With one quick rip, he tears it off of me. All that is covering me is my thin sweater. That too is gone in a matter of seconds. He shoves me up against the wall and kisses me. Hard, on the mouth. His hands are all over my tits, Squeezing and twisting. I try to squirm away, but he is too strong for me. He puts one of his knees between my legs and forces them apart. He is pulling up my skirt with his free hand. I’m fighting him. I feel something cold and sharp against my neck.