I just started on my wrists then Pete walked in my room...
' Get out !!!' I shrieked as Pete walked in.
' Put that down,' Pete insisted.
' Why should I, I've got nothing left, ' I cried.
' You've got me,' he whispered as he tucked my hair behind my ear.
' But I don't do I Pete ? I hate you, I'm only staying here until the funeral until then bye, bye ' I said with hatred
Pete sat on my bed, he leaned over me to put the knife on the table, then he put his hand on my lap and started undoing my zipper from my jeans.
' Wait what are you doing? Pete get off me, stop it!' I began worrying.
' It's okay,' he said softly.
He undid his belt as I tried to squirm away, he grabbed my arms and tied them to the bed with his belt, he swung my legs onto the bed then sat on me.
' Pete please, it doesn't have to be like this,' I begged.
He carried on he took off my stripy shirt and pulled my jeans down. He ripped my pants in half, he was so desperate.
He was getting a boner over me I could see it rising. The reason I had shut up was because I had a sock in my mouth! He started sucking my nipples I hated it!!!
He started going in and out, in and out. God it hurt so much I wanted to kill him!
After he had finished he just left me tied up but I found my way out eventually...
