She held my hands down as she grinded against my stomach, I screamed and yelled but no help came. As she thrusted I became more and more petrified, the only way I could get her off me was by thrusting back to lift her off my body. We heard noises coming from the corridor and she grinned wickedly. The door handle, slowly turning open, time froze. She rolled me on top of her and screamed, "Ugh what are you doing! Get off of me!".
I remember that day as if it were yesterday, I rock myself to sleep every night trying to stay calm. I feel violated, and tainted. I can never look at her the same way, she, she raped me....
