A loud rip of fabric echoes through the room as he tears the skirt of my dress from the hem to my waist. Air rushes across my now exposed skin.
A scream gets lodged in my chest.
Fear grips me. My throat starts to close in. All of my muscles refuse to move.
I. Am. Frozen.
Grabby hands on my thighs again. Gliding up, and up. Then down. Dragging my panties along with them.
That terrified shriek erupts from my throat as I remain motionless, sprawled on the bed like petrified prey.
“Fuck.” Panting. Like an animal in heat. “Go ahead and scream, darling. I like it. This is a special room, so you won’t disturb anyone.”
Rustling of clothes.
A belt being undone.
“Holy shit, I’m already close.” More strained breaths.
A body covers mine, and his naked flesh makes my skin crawl.
I can’t breathe.
“Stop,” I cry.
“Too late for that now, pretty girl.”
I try to wriggle out from under him. “I… I can’t. I can’t do this. Please.”
“Enough!” Hands. Fisting my wrists. “I’m going to—”
I scream.
Just as a loud bang reverberates through the room, making the walls shake.
Heavy steps rush in. Coming closer.
“What the fuck?” An angry yell just above my head. “Who the hell—”
The weight holding me down suddenly disappears. Yanked off me by an overwhelming force.
In an instant, I feel relief. Then, a new fear. A new terror. The unknown.
What is happening?
A sob escapes me as I struggle to drag in air. Carefully, I sit up. Find my footing and climb off the bed.
Fear has me backing away. Instinct stops me from reaching for the blindfold. Whatever is happening in the room, whatever the strange sounds of gagging and thrashing are, I do not want to know. Do not need to witness.
A muffled wail.
A gasp.
Someone is fighting for breath. Failing.
It lasts for long seconds until it suddenly stops.
A thousand beats later, the way my heart is racing, there’s a thud. As if something heavy landed on the floor.
