“Hmm,” he groans into my ear, the hardness of his disgusting erection prominent at my lower back. “The more you fight, the more I’m going to hurt you. I love em’ feisty.”
But that’s the thing isn’t it? Iamgoing to fight because I never fuckingaskedfor this. I never asked for this man to put his hands on me, regardless of whether I was drunk or the way I was dressed.
I never asked forthis.
Tears coat my skin and I can feel the makeup I applied earlier this evening, streaming down my face. It settles into the creases of my nose before seeping under his fingers towards my mouth. The man’s arm that’s wrapped around my middle tightens and I take the opportunity to sink my teeth into his fingers, crushing the flesh until I can taste his blood on my tongue.
I bite downhard,causing him to rip his hand away from my mouth, leaving me with a chunk of flesh in between my teeth. His skin tastes of stale cigarettes and damp fabric, instantly I spit it out.
“You fucking bi–”
I scream until my lungs burn. “HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!”
My hoarse voice echoes around the empty streets as I plead for my life, begging for someone to hear me. To call the police. To come out of their house but nothing happens, no one comes to save me. I’m left here alone.
The man hisses through his teeth from the pain that’s probably radiating through his hand but it doesn’t deter him from what he’s planning on doing to me.
I know exactly what he’s planning on doing to me.
Pain like a burning flame, spreads across my scalp as he grabs a fistful of my hair. He yanksit tightly in his hands and pulls my head back to face him.
Eyes as black as voids stare back at me, endless pits of evil filled with nothing but anger and hatred. A brown scruffy beard covers the lower half of his face and his brows are turned down, creating deep creases across his forehead.
His skin is dirty and dull, with small pockets of puss-filled welts scattered across his cheeks.
The image is enough to make me sick and it’ll haunt me forever.
“You bit me,” he states, and my bottom lip begins to tremble. “And now I’m going to rip you in half, you asked for this.”
His voice seems to trail off, my mind fuzzy as my energy depletes. He has the upper hand, I’m too weak and he’s far stronger than me but I can’t give up, I can’t..
Gripping the keys in my pocket, I wiggle around in his hold until my hand is free but he’s quick to notice. His hand quickly grips my wrist until I can feel the frail bones cracking.
“Please! Pl.. lease!” I beg but it’s pointless. He keeps his tight hold on my wrist and begins to drag me down a dark alleyway, the heels of my shoes skidding against the pavement. “No! No, please! Don’t.. don’t do this!”
My own voice bounces off the damp brick walls that surround us, terror settling heavy in my bones.
With force, he throws me onto the ground and I land with a heavy thud, causing all the air in my lungs to fire out of my mouth. Pain spreads through my ribs as I attempt to crawl away, the smell of stale piss from the damp concrete rising up to my nose.
I fist my hands and drag myself across the ground, feeling the sharp bits of stone scraping across my bare legs, then I feel his filthy hand wrap around my ankle to drag me back.
“I don’t think so,” he taunts, poison thick in his voice. “You thought you could tease me with that little skirt on, hm?”
I shake my head, teeth chattering together. “No.. no, I..”
“You thought you could just walk away from me?”
“Pl.. please” I whimper as he continues to drag me. “Just let me go.”
I feel him drop my foot onto the floor and just before I have the chance to crawl away again, he drops his heavy weight onto the backs of my legs, successfully pinning me to the floor. The backs of my thighs go from freezing to hot as he runs his rough hands over my flesh, gripping it tightly until I’m yelping out in pain.
Vomit rises in my throat as he rips open the back of my skirt, revealing my most intimate areas to him. His rough fingers grip my skin, groping my ass and I sob, my heart cracking in two.
“Please, stop.” I whimper but he doesn’t. Nothing I say stops this horrific train from running off the rails.
“Open up for me baby.” His words slither over my skin like serpents and the moment I hear him tug open his belt, I throw up all over the floor in front of me. Chunks of undigested food mixes with a foamy substance, creating a puddle of reddish-brown liquid.
This is it.
