Paw Paw

Chapter seven

I looked away just as the man I'm currently dancing on started grabbing my arse and my thighs. My heart dropped and I immediately started pushing him off me, but he was stronger than me.

He's a tall dark skin, black eyes and slightly skinny. His eyes were red and I'm pretty sure he's high. He smirked, probably thinking that I'm checking him out. "Like what you see, baby?" His breath was horrible, smelt like alcohol and fish.

I immediately cringe, my face showing disgust. "Let me go." I warned, pushing on his chest. He only laughed, sliding his fingers down my back and painfully grabbing my arse.

I started panicking. Holy fuck, I'm getting raped tonight. "I said let go, dickhead."

His face morphed with amusement. "Want my dick so soon, baby?" He asked, bringing his face close. "Lucky for you, I want you-"

"Bitch, get your fucking hands off me!" I looked around, trying to get someone to help, but no one seemed to notice. Everyone was busy with their own stuff, most people here were already drunk.

"Just a taste, baby. Don't be sh-"

"If you don't let me go, I'll give you a taste of my fucking fist." I threatened, and I think that triggered him. He looked angry, ready to snap. With how red his eyes were, I'd say he's on crack.

His arms suddenly wraps around my waist as he slams my chest to his. "You want to play hard to get? Fine, let's play." At that moment, I knew that it was it.

I was going to get raped by this man. Even though I could fight him off, it'd only be for a while before he completes his mission, and takes what he wants. He's twice my size, and bigger. Even though in the skinny side, he was bigger and probably stronger than me.

My eyes went wide when he started dragging me to the back, where the toilets were. His huge clammy hand around my wrist as he forcefully pulls me along with him. Making me slide along with him.

I kicked and fought but he easily dragged me along. Too shocked at what was happening, I was too late as we rounded the corner.

By now, I was fully sober, and on high alert.

The hallway to the toilets was empty, with the music in the background. I realized that even though I screamed and shouted my lungs out, no one would hear me, it's over, I'm getting raped tonight.

"You want me to be rough, baby?" He slammed me on the wall, grabbing both my hands that started swinging. Putting them above my head. "You're so fucking sexy."

"Please don't do this." The guy looked at me crazily, lust filling his eyes. He licked his lips, his other hand running up and down my body. "Please."

"Shh, be a good girl and shut the hell up." His hands grabbed my left breast and squeezed it. I shrieked in pain, my eyes shutting. "Let me get a feel, yeah?"

"No, no, no. Please, please don't-"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch." My face wiped to the side as he slapped me. I sobbed out as the pain spread through my face.

I felt his breath on my cheek, before it moved down to my neck, kissing me sloppily. I squirmed, trying to wiggle myself out. I felt tears fall down my cheeks and my breathing was escalating.

A slapping wave of dizziness took over me and I shut my eyes.

"Fuck, you feel good baby." He groans on me, his tongue running up my neck and down my chest. I felt like vomiting my guts out.

His clammy hand started running up my thigh from behind. I froze when I felt his cold hand going underneath my dress and I remembered that I had a g-string on, meaning he would have direct excess to my exposed ass.