Nyefield University pt 2

Chapter 6

Charlie aged sixteen
It's been a few weeks since Buster said it was safe for me to be in public again. I hate it, I feel like I have people's eyes on me constantly. I'm on my way back from the supermarket when I notice someone is following me, every turn I make the follow, every time I cross the road they cross it too. I accidentally left my phone in my apartment so I can't ring anyone. It's late at night because I hate going out in the day, way too many people but right now I'm regretting it like fuck. I drop the shopping and run, I can hear him behind me and he's gaining on me fast, I'm not the quickest runner but I'm strong so my best bet it to take down this person once they catch up to me. I slow down by an alleyway and they finally jump at me, I'm knocked against a wall and it winds me. I try to spin around to face my attacker but once I do I regret my decision instantly.

"Well hello there Charlotte, its been a while." It's John, he's found me, fuck.

"Get off me."

"Oh no no no my little doll. You will never escape me. I will find you wherever you are. How's Busters going? Got a few good fighters I hear." How... how does he know. Fuck, James is one of his main goons. A police officer is obviously going to know I'm here, I don't know how it took this long though.

John still has me pinned against the wall and he starts to run a hand down my side. I have to fight the bile that's working its way up my throat. My best bet is to distract him then knee him in the balls and hide, I'll have to leave the country or something. I turn my head up to my captor.

"Daddy..." He blinks at me before smiling, he always likes me to call him that. "I'm sorry, I've been a bad girl." I drop my eyes in submission. He takes a small step back but still has his hand around my arm. That's fine I can work with that. I start to drop my shoulders so he thinks I'm moving to kneel infront of him but instead I draw my knee up as hard and fast and I can straight into his crotch. Rather than meeting his dick my knee hits something hard making me drop down in pain and cry out. John doesn't hesitate and drops down ontop of me pinning me to the floor.

"Hahaha you really thought I wouldn't come with protection? It's pathetic Charlotte it really is. I thought for a moment all my lessons had paid off. You've been my most disappointing project, so now I'm going to punish you."

"No, no, no, no, no." I try to wriggle out, I'm sobbing and crying so hard I can't see properly. John is like a dead weight on top of me. I try to scream but he's clearly had enough and shoves a small wet cloth in my face, he's chloroforming me the fucking cunt. I try to not breathe but eventually my lungs give up and I suck in a breath. Within seconds everything is fading around me, before I fall completely under I feel John pulling down my leggings and I can her a zipper. Then the world goes black.

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I come around and I don't want to open my eyes. I can feel the concrete below me which tells me I haven't moved. My lower half is naked and my back stinging. My whole body feels battered and bruised, I slowly move each limb and assess the damage. Nothing feels broken luckily, just sore and my head is pounding. I can't hear anyone so he must of left me here, I pull myself up to sitting and open my eyes. There are bruises littering my thighs and my top is ripped at the neck exposing my breasts which are also bruised. I run a hand over the areas of my back I can reach and its covered in dirt and grit alongside lots of tiny cuts, there is broken glass in the alleyway so it must of been from that. Letting out a large sigh I see my leggings and work them up my legs before standing up and pulling them over my ass. As I stand up I can feel fluids leaking down my legs, it makes me feel vile and disgusting. I thought I had escaped all this, I thought I was free. The tears start rolling down my cheeks again, I can't tell what time it is but its still pitch black outside bar the street lamps dimly lighting the road by the entrance to the alleyway. I see my shopping bags there. He fucking got my shopping for me. It hurts my brain, he drugs me and rapes me then rescues my shopping...what does that mean? I riffle through them and grab the juice to try and ease the dryness in my throat. That's when I notice the note.