Tainted

Insapory

Insapory | distasteful or unsavory
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Ariadne
TW| Rape
I've always been one to overthink my actions. Not that I wanted to, but because I had to. My parents always found something wrong with my actions no matter how well I did something or how good I was to follow their rules, they couldn't stand it.

You would think that because of this that I would know what choices to make by now, but it seems like in the past twenty four hours, I had thrown everything away. I messed up.

I shift uncomfortably in my current lying position. Just as I do, I feel a pain like none other. My head was pounding, and my eyes felt heavy as I attempted to open them. I was hit with bright light, so bright that my eyes immediately shut right after. I cover my eyes with my hands whilst kneading my head, trying to get a relief of the unbearable pain.

I stay like this for a few more seconds before I try to open my eyes again, and this time, I was able to keep them open, but barely. It was then that I was able to make out where I was, well at least I was aware of my surroundings because this wasn't my room or any of the rooms from my home. This room was completely foreign.

There was only a bed in the middle of the room, the same bed that I was currently lying in. The rest of the room was empty and only consisted of a door and two windows, which were the source of the bright light.

It was morning.

Panic began to settle in, and I quickly make to get up, but just as I do, I notice a small detail about my dress. It had ridden up almost completely, revealing my incredibly small panties that barely covered anything. I bite down on my bottom lip, feeling extremely uneasy knowing that I had no recollection of last night.

My dress had ridden up because I moved too much while I slept. I tried to convince myself that this was the case, but something in my gut told me that wasn't what happened. I'm a heavy sleeper, not a restless one by any means, and by the looks of the bed, it was clear I wasn't the only one to have slept in it. The sheets looked as if they had been ripped off, and the cover lay on the ground. Those details weren't the ones that made my heart stop though. It was the pair of briefs on the ground along with a few other clothes, men's clothing, that made my heart drop to my stomach.

No.

No.

No.

It couldn't be could it? The last person I remember being with was Matteo. There was no way he could have done anything to me, he said I was safe with him. He was respectful of my boundaries -he even said it himself, so there was no way this was him. I wasn't sure how or why this happened, but what I was sure about was that I needed to find Matteo or a phone at least to find a way to get back home.

I manage to bring myself to a sitting position, my head still pounding, and somehow it felt heavier once I was able to bring myself up. I look around and spot my heels just beside the bed, although I'm sure heels were the last thing I needed right now, I still move to reach them. Bringing one foot out, I was able to carefully step in them without touching the wooden floor. I then go to bring my dress back down, the dress that I was slowly growing to hate the more time I spent in it Even though I knew the dress wasn't to blame for all this, it was me who was foolish enough to get myself in this situation.

I walk towards the door, turning the knob carefully, not wanting to bring too much attention to myself in case there was someone standing just outside. However, no one was. I was met with a long hallway, one that held an overwhelmingly amount of rooms. I figured I would go down the hall and see where it leads me, for I had absolutely no clue where I was.