Dana

Chapter Sixteen

'And my d*ck takes over, and I'm thinking 'bout your lips.
But we're too damn sober, for mistakes like this.' -Prelow

I tried to fight. I tried.

I kicked and punched and tried to scream.

I bit his hand, but it didn't stop him from dragging me towards the end of the hallway and shoving me inside a room.

He then kicked the door closed and locked it, holding me captive with just one huge, tanned arm.

All this time, I hadn't been able to see his face. After he locked the door, he let me go.

I turned around.

"Chris?"

His eyebrows shot up as if he was surprised I knew his name.

His dark hair was perfectly styled and his blue eyes shone even in the semi dark room.

I remembered him, lip piercing and all, leaning against the wall casually, smiling and winking at me not so long ago.

He didn't say anything and walked right up to me.

We were in a tiny room, more like a storage closet with shelves lining the walls, stacked with objects I couldn't make out in the dim light which came through a very small window high up in the ceiling.

He was so close that I could feel his breath on my face. He was wearing a strong cologne which made me gag.

"W-what are you doing?"

He took a lock of my hair and smelled it. I slapped his hand away and his jaw tightened.

"What I've been wanting to do for a long time."

"I'll scream if you touch me, Chris I swear I will. What do you want from me?"

I was a bit scared but I couldn't have anticipated the cruelty and roughness with which he grabbed my waist and pushed me against the wall behind me. By spine slammed into the wall and I groaned in pain.

He didn't falter and proceeded to slap me in the face. My head whipped to the side and I gasped at the sting. I let out a short scream before he covered my mouth again with his gigantic palm.

My heart was beating in my throat and I tried to gulp but my mouth was dry.

He pulled my t-shirt up over my stomach and then pulled down the zipper of my pants, pulling them roughly halfway down my legs, as I gasped and tried to squirm away from his grasp.

"A nice, quick fuck yes? It'll do you good, trust me." He was smiling, and breathing hard.

I couldn't believe it. This was the second time someone was trying to rape me since I got here!

He pulled his own zipper down and then shoved his tongue in my mouth. I recoiled and pulled back, and then spat in his face.

He growled and slammed my head in the wall.

My head spun.

I couldn't breathe.

I was suffocating.

I screwed my eyes shut.

He was too strong.

This is it, I thought. I'm going to get raped. So be it.

He touched me everywhere.

I did nothing.

What else could I do, except submit?
I thought about my mother.