Wandering through the store, searching for the perfect outfit. Something that will please him..entice him. My face lit with the memories of early afternoon lovemaking. A love so deep, a touch so tender. A sigh of contentment escaping to draw the gaze of others around me, smiles curving their lips in acknowledgement of such content.
Glancing out toward the front of the store I notice the sky already darkening. Three stores before this one failed to produce the perfect effect, this small shop sure to disappoint yet again. My hand brushing through the racks of clothing, sheer materials..lace, leather, a tight cling of spandex. Pulling out a mini dress made entirely of black fishnet, the loose mesh sure to provide very little covering. Perfect.
Excitement dancing in my eyes as I imagine the look on his face when I answer the door wearing this, a black latex bra and matching panties already clutched in one hand to completing the outfit. Happy with my selection I dump everything from my arms onto the counter, charge card in hand to pay for the purchases. A dreamy smile curving my lips as I wait absently for the girl to complete the transaction. So caught up in my plans for the night I fail to notice a shadowy figure pressed against the wall by the door. Watching my every move, every reaction.
With a cheerful goodnight called over my shoulder to the clerk closing up shop, I step out into the night air. A shiver rippling along my spine, clutching my jacket tighter around my body and starting down the street toward home. Calculating the time I need to bathe and dress, figuring I have just enough time if I hurry.
Turning the corner, thinking to take a short cut through the alley to save a few minutes time. Blinking to let my eyes adjust to the darkness there, not a street or porch light in sight.
Picking up the pace a bit, hurrying thru the dark alley as I hear the echo of my own footsteps. Pausing, turning back to see only shadows. My heart racing just a bit with the thought that I'm being followed but shrugging it off as only my vivid imagination and continuing on. Heels clicking sharply along the deserted street. Laughing softly to myself as I imagine how amused he will be when he hears of my fear of the dark.
Shaking my head at my own silliness just as a rough hand grabs my arm, bruising tender flesh. A scream springing to my throat as a gloved hand presses tight over my mouth. My steps faltering as I'm jerked back against a hard chest, eyes wide in terror. A voice gruff and low hissing against my ear. "One wrong move, bitch, and you're dead. If you do exactly as I tell you, maybe I'll let you live to put on that pretty new dress for me."
Jerking against my captor's hold, a panicked shriek gagging me. Pulling up short, not even breathing as a sharp point of cold steel is pressed firmly into my throat. "That's a good whore, just relax and enjoy the ride. I know I will".
A shudder of revulsion shaking my small form. Swallowing my fear to feel the press of the blade tearing into my flesh, just a shallow wound yet the burning sting bringing a sheen of tears to fill my eyes. A strangled cry escaping a mouth now released from the gloved hand.
Rough hands jerking at my clothes. Hearing the rip of fabric and the cold chill of the night air as jacket and blouse are torn away. Too afraid to struggle, terrified not to. Simply standing there, tears streaking my cheeks as my assailant bares my breasts to the night. His large hands squeezing painfully at the pale globes of flesh, nipples perking against the cold bringing a loud bark of laughter from his throat.
Shuddering at the ugly sound of that laughter, my head dropping in shame and brought up sharply as the blade holds true and digs into the vulnerable flesh of my throat. Whimpering softly, scarcely breathing with the threat of the knife. Sucking in a breath of relief as it's pulled away. Not giving me even a moment to recover that fear before another terror assaults me, his blade cutting through the waistband of my skirt. The traitorous material slithering easily over my hips to puddle at my feet...forgotten and trampled underfoot.
Shoved roughly forward...into a coarse brick wall. Sounds inside, surely they would hear my screams. But too late he grabs me and turns me around. My back slammed into the unforgiving wall, facing my captor. My eyes jerking up to see his face before I realize the mistake of that, only a dark cloth with holes cut out for eyes and mouth for my efforts. A sneer visible through the bottom hole.
Twisting away as he grabs for me again. Jerked up short as he grips my arm with bruising strength, not turning me again but throwing me to the litter strewn alleyway. A loud cry escaping at the sudden impact of the concrete crashing up to meet me, whimpering, turning to flee, to crawl...to drag myself from this vile creature who attacks. Bruised and scraped, tender knees easy prey for bits of glass and gravel. Another shove from behind introducing one side of my face to the same treatment.
The weight of a large body covering me from behind, pressing bare hips into the filth of the street, knees drawn up to again try to drag myself away from this torment. Desperate to escape. His hands gripping my hips to haul me back as his body pulls away, whimpering louder as knees are scraped deeper. Thrashing and squirming, fighting to be free of this nightmare.
