tw: mentions of r@pe and @buse
SAM
I was walking home from the store. It was completely dark out and no noise could be heard other than the cars passing by. I had this feeling in my gut. A bad feeling. As if someone was following me. I stopped for a moment to pull out my phone to turn on my flashlight, when suddenly, something completely covered my face and restrained my arms and legs, and I felt myself being dragged away. I screamed as loud as I could, but no one heard me. After what felt like hours of suffering, I was thrown into something, must've been a wall, and then handcuffed to something round, like a pipe. I was forced onto my knees, the pipe in between my arms, and I still couldn't see anything. I could feel tears streaming down my face, my claustrophobic self in the worst state of panic that I think I will ever be in. The thing that was put over my face was ripped off. As I adjusted to the change of light, something pulled my head up by my chin.
"Hey pretty boy" a man grinned.
"What the fuck do you want from me" I say back, aggressively. Suddenly, he kicks me in the stomach, hard. I began to cough from the impact. It felt as if my house had been layed onto my chest.
"Don't give me attitude pretty boy" he snarled. I looked down at the ground, wincing in pain.
"I want you, only you" he grabbed my collar and pulled me to my feet, pulling me in by my waist and kissed me harshly. I squirmed against his grip, letting out muffled screams as I tried to escape. His hands moved up under my shirt and aggressively moved across every place possible before he ripped my shirt off. He pulled away from kissing me, biting my neck and most definitely drawing blood.
"P-please stop" I sobbed from the pain and fear of what was about to happen. His mouth moved to my ear and his hands to the zip of my trousers.
"I'm gonna fuck your little ass so hard you won't need able to walk for days. I'll pull your hair and fuck you as if my life depended on it. I won't stop until you cum at least 5 times. You'll be left bleeding from your fucking arsehole from how hard I fucked you pretty boy"
Everything hurt. I just wanted to go home. I was bleeding from every part of my body. I didn't know what time it was, how long I'd been here, where I was, if anyone was looking for me; I didn't know anything. I was curled up, naked, in a ball on the cold floor. I was freezing. I was still cuffed to this pipe by the way. I tried to escape ages ago, I just got hit. The door then opened.
"I'll fuck you once more and then you can go pretty boy, wouldnt want anyone worry about you" the same man said, wincing.
"N-no god please no" I begged, tears streaming down my face. It didn't work...
I was chucked outside onto the hard concrete and given everything back, other than my ripped shirt. He told me that if I told anyone, he would have me and all my friends and family dead. It was still dark out. I pulled out my phone and read the time. It had been 3 hours. I just sobbed. All that suffering in 3 hours?! I tried to walk but couldn't, so I just crawled into an alleyway, calling an uber. Once it pulled up, I somehow got into the back seat, trying not to draw attention to myself. I finally got home and managed to walk to the door. It was completely silent when I walked in. Everyone must've been asleep or in their rooms. I crawled up the stairs and into my room quietly, then into the bathroom. I stood myself up using the sink and just stared at myself in the mirror. I was so beat up. I started to sob again at the sight of myself. I saw the giant purple bruised on my chest from where he kicked me. I brushed my finger against it, wincing in pain from the touch. I felt disgusting. I could still feel his hands all over me. I turned on the shower as hot as I could. I wanted to burn his touch off of my skin. I sat on the floor of the shower, sobbing as the water burnt my skin. I stayed in the shower for about 10 minutes, just breaking down in tears. I didn't wanna be here anymore. I couldn't talk to anyone about what happened because it would be risking everyone's life. I was on my own. I couldn't even talk to my boyfriend about it. I was stuck in my own head, with my own thoughts, and no one to share them with.
