From Love To Lust

Chapter Seven

I watched as my small, naked feet made their way up the driveway. I stopped, suddenly, shivering at the night summer breeze. My thin tank top laid just on top of my breasts, almost reviling them. Crossing my arms, I covered up my exposed chest and continued walking. The moon reflexed off my skin, making it appear a glowing white. My breath became shaky and uneven as my feet inched towards the front door.

The silhouette of his tall figure crossed the window and my heart fluttered. Why was I doing this? I took a step back into the dark rose bushes on the side of his house. I haven't spoken to Niall for several months and I knew that if his wife was home, we both would be in trouble. I thought this over and decided to go though with her original plan. The porch's stairs were mere steps from her. She climbed onto the concrete area and rang the door bell. I staggered backwards so the swinging door would not hit me. A large hand developed from the bush and pulled my foot. I tumbled into the thorns, landing on my back.

The door opened and Niall stepped out, calling for anyone still there. I would've screamed for help but the same hand covered my mouth and held me against the ground. Struggling to get free, I bit the hand that tasted of raw meat and cum.

"Keep still," the deep voice of a man whispered into my ear and shuttered once again.

"Anyone here?" Niall was confused and annoyed. I twisted back my arm and tried to hit the man holding me back. My scream came out a muffled moan as he tightened his grip on me and held something sharp to my skin.

"Don't think I won't use this, baby girl," he laughed and pressed the sharp object to my neck and it dug into my skin, releasing blood.

"Fucking kids," Niall yelled out and walked back into his house, knocking the door. The man holding me chuckled and pulled me from the bushes.

My back hit hard rocks and sharp twigs as he clutched on to my wrists, dragging me through the open field and into the woods beyond that. I twisted my body and clenched my fists.

"Let me go," I screamed up at him. He stopped and dropped my wrists, letting my head whip back. He fell to his knees and straddled me.

"Baby girl, you should really be quiet," he leaned in close and got into my face, talking fairly loud, "lots of bad people around in the woods this late at night. Murders, drug addicts," he smiled and put his lips to my ear and whispered, "rapist." I screamed out once again and pushed him off of me. He fell backward as I stood up, making my get-away. My feet pushed against the ground, moving as fast as possible.