Detested Desire

1 - Late Night Subways

Work was dull.

Requests kept piling in as usual. Her eyes never left her watch.

An hour till 5.
45 mins to 5.
20 mins to 5 and finally a minute to 5.

Meela closed her laptop, eager to get the hell out but she groaned when she saw him walking her way.

William Dillman was a pain in the ass. No matter what the reasons were, whenever your manager walks to your booth at 5pm, it's always more work.

And more work it was.

'Hey Meela, I really need those papers done by today if that's possible?' He asked with an awkward smile.

'Do you have somewhere to be?' He pries again.

Of course someone has plans after 5 on a freaking Friday.

'No,' Meela just smiled.

And 5 became 11.30pm. She was so exhausted by the time she emailed him the report he so desperately wanted.

It was a rainy night as she ran in the cold darkness, already gotten wet by the time she reached the subway.

The subway was empty. Scary as usual.

She was in the worst mood today. She was supposed to meet her girls. She was supposed to get wasted and dance till her legs gave out on her.

Instead she had to do a shitty report that could've just waited till Monday.

She was starving but it was too late for dinner so she just hoped to get home soon.

The train station was so quiet. There was no one in sight. Thankfully she was standing right under the cameras so she wasn't so worried.

Until she felt rough hands yanking her and before she could even scream she was backed against a wall. A hand on her mouth, gagging her with a knife pointed under her chin.

Tears threatened to spill as she realised what was happening.

This horrid stranger was pressing himself against her, grabbing her bag and trying to get some money.

'Keep that mouth shut or I'll stick this knife in your gut!'

She was shaking. There was no one to protect her. No one to stop this man. Her cheeks were red and tainted, fear overtaking her as his hands began wandering. He ripped her dress and a large slit formed from her thighs to her waist, revealing her line of her black panties.

She whimpered and that earned her a rough blow. Her head pulsed, eyes dizzy and pain searing through her jaw.

But nothing was worse than realising she was about to get raped.

She stood there, staring at the man, not ready for what's to come.

The man was about to unzip his pants when they heard footsteps. Meela, still frozen from where she stood was only able to move her eyes to the source of the steps.

She saw a man walking in the dark towards them. He looked scary. Eyes cold and dead. He was tall and strong, stoic but every bit scary. It was so dark out there. The lights were flickering, the rain must have messed with the electricity.

'Fuck off you cunt. This one is mine-'

The rapist was slammed against the wall and she could only stare, she pressed her back against the cold wall tile, wishing to just run but her legs didn't seem to work. She was just frozen. No muscle in her body could move.

The strange man didn't say a word, he kicked the rapist and twisted his fingers. The vile man cried in agony as the man rammed his face against the tile.