There is always a reason why I avoid the subway system.
Whether it is the people, or the way that the underground smells, and how hollowed out everything looks, I can hardly stand it. Plus, I live in a bad side of town. Ever since puberty hit, I've been getting looks from everyone, friends, family, neighbors, and strangers, it annoys me to the point where I just want everyone to leave me alone. Today, however, I can't. Shit.
I clench my fist as the metal door opens, people file out one by one on the other side and I have to take a deep breath before I walk in, the musty smell of sweat is creeping up my nose. I find a spot away from the crowd as much as I could possibly get and hold on to the railing. Most of them are on their phones and before I know it the train is moving. Somehow, even if I'm unsteady, and my feet are wobbly from the rumbling underneath, it is the least of my worries.
My eyes move to the people for a while, their heads don't move up to meet my gaze as they stare down at their phones with earbuds in. They are all young, the oldest person seen is a blond woman in her early forties. She's beautiful, unlike me. She's standing there tall, confident, all while wearing gym clothes.
Don't get me wrong, there's nothing bad about gym clothes, I just always found myself to be uncomfortable when I put them on. Honestly nothing I wear ever fits. Yet, she matches them as they hug her body. I sigh and look back down, concentrating on the floor. Five minutes later I notice people getting off, I'm not sure how many, but I'm lucky that there are fewer people than before. I'm embarrassed to be here in the first place.
Get a grip Lizzy.
It's not every day that I experiment with my sexuality, in fact, I've never had done it before. Still, it's been locked in my mind ever since my best friend told me I should buy a toy. It's not easy to get away with things when you're a teenager, and it's even worse with siblings who can walk in on you at any time of the day. Yes, I'm eighteen, but it's hard enough as it is trying to get passed school and working, let alone saving enough money to get an apartment, and yet here I am, sneaking on a subway train, hoping I get home quickly because I'm carrying something. Correction, two things that I may never use.
Before you ask, it's a vibrator.
One of them is small, the clerk said it was powerful, and the other one, it's more embarrassing to describe since it's large with a dial, the smaller one comes with a remote.
I keep looking down, clutching on to my bag as if my life depended on it, I barely notice the bubble around me getting darker, but I can feel the presence of people. They are all around me but their backs are turned. Weird. I try to back away to give myself a little more space but I end up backing into someone. Wait. How long was that person standing there? I could tell it was a male, obviously towering over me, I can feel the heat of his breath and the size of his-
"I'm sorry," I squeak and jolt away, but he grabs a hold of me and covers my mouth, his other hand lifting my sweater, lightly trailing my skin. I try to cry out, even elbow him in the balls, but he misses it and I can hear the rustling in his pocket. The blade is cool against my hip.
He doesn't speak but I get the message. The longer I am here the more terrified I get. I gulp as he removes his hand from my mouth and ties my hands to the pole with a zip tie. Technically, it's one zip tie attached to the other, like hand cuffs, and another is attached to the poll that I was recently holding on to. I feel like a captured animal put on display. I can see them handing him something before he blinds me and wraps a bandanna tightly around my mouth.
"If you want to make it out alive you have to cooperate with us. We're the only people here but we can't let you be seen. "I can hear the smirk on his face as his hands move around my body. One hand goes up from the bottom of my leg to my ass as the other feels around the skin of my belly. I groan, not used to people touching me. I'm wearing black jeans and an oversized red sweater, but he doesn't seem to care. Within a few moments his hands reach my breasts and I squirm because they're cold.
"You like this don't you?" His voice is now a whisper but I'm crying as he gropes me, my nipples are hard all ready as he squeezes them in a way that makes me feel it in my loins. They've always been a D-cup since I started high school. Damn, I should've worn a bra, but I know they've been sensitive since my last period.
Then the train stops. There's no one around and I don't hear the doors open, he continues to roll my nipples playfully between his fingers as I hear a few words coming from the intercom.
