She heard footsteps approaching her. She clutched her groceries harder and tried to walk faster. The Six-inch stilettos that she had just bought made it hard for her to increase her pace too much. She heard his heavy boots getting closer and was hoping that he would pass her. Her heart began to race and she began to panic a bit. Focusing on the sounds of her own heels, she struggled to keep walking at this faster pace.
She looked back momentarily and only saw the outline of a man. She nearly tripped as she swung her focus forward again. It was dark and she knew that while this was a shortcut back to her apartment from the store, it was 11 o'clock. "Good girls did not take these kinds of risks." She thought. Her mind was racing again as thoughts of what this stranger may do to her. Suddenly, she found herself falling forward as her right heel caught on something and he instinctively, tried to put her arms out, but was unable due to her groceries. A can of corn toppled and rolled forward, clanking against a metal drain pipe just in front of her. She tried to use her left knee to catch her fall as she fell forward, her groceries spilling everywhere. A small sharp pain nagged at her left knee as she rolled over to assess her situation. She had skinned her knee as evident from the now gaping hole in her pantyhose.
She heard him continuing his approach to her not slowing and was startled when he stood above her straddling her hips. She was too startled to move looking up at his outline in the shadows, she quivered a bit and quickly clamped her legs closed realizing her dress was hiked up to her waist. He quickly squatted down on her hips and she felt a cool sensation at her neck. Her breathing quicken as she realized that he had a knife at her throat. Her eyes widened as she instinctively tried to twist away and resist his advances. She quickly stopped herself realizing that he not only had a physical advantage being on top of her, but he held her life in his hands with a the piece of cold hard steel. "Say one word, say one fucking word. Make one fucking peep and I'll use this!" He said bending down close to her face. He forced her head to the side and licked her ear like an animal licks its prey.
He pushed her face down in the pavement and moved close to her ear. "I'm going to fuck you and I fully expect you to stay quiet. You should know better than to be walking around here at night. You're practically begging to get fucked." And with that, she smiled a bit. In one swift move he reached down with his knife and cut her panties at the hips. He turned the blade upward and she realized how sharp it was as it cut through the fabric with barely a sound. He pulled at the remaining fabric and wadded it up in a ball and shoved it all into her mouth. She fought him a bit, and he immediately put the knife back at her throat. "I will fucking do this! Is that what you want? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?" He shouted. She stopped and looked up at him wide eyed in a panic as she felt a small tear run down her cheek.
