My Tourmaline

Chapter Three

Again.... Warning that this maybe a bit scary or graphic for some readers! You have been warned....  

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"Please!!" I begged as I wriggled and started bawling my eyes out. I was so so scared, all I wanted was my mum to protect me, so I started talking to her in my head. Mum what do I do? Please help me mum! If you're up there help me please!

The figure pinned my hands down, and started rubbing his body against mine. I felt his hard private part jab into my inner thigh. I'd never felt so sick in my life, and I was protesting and shouting and crying and it was no use. He was far too strong, I couldn't even see his face. He leant down to me, pressed his cheek against mine and whispered...

"If you shout one more time, Im going to fuck you so hard you wont be able to breathe. Ill kill you, got it?".

My heart was in my mouth, and before I knew it he had his hand below my top, rubbing up my tummy and across my breasts. He began to massage them, and I was crying, biting my tongue to stop myself from shrieking too loud. I was shaking like a leaf, until I felt his hand slowly lower down my tummy, even lower, past my hip bone and across my private. He then continued to pin me down, my face pressed against the floor by his cheek as he slipped his hands down my skirt, through my tights, and into my pants. I began to retch, tears flowing down my cheeks. I was sobbing so loud, until he attempted to slip my underwear to the side in an attempt to insert his fingers. My body protested, and I knew with one hand being occupied I could have the upper hand, and set myself free. I'd never been touched there, or anywhere before and I was not going to let it happen with this disgusting being. I violently forced my legs together, lifted up my knee so it hit him in the private parts, to then grabbing my keys from my pockets and jabbing it into his face. This caused him to withdraw his hands from between my thighs, protecting his face, and forcing my hands away from the keys. I began screeching to the high heavens, "HELP, SOMEBODY HELP ME IM GETTING MUGGED PLEASE SOMEBODY ANYBODY." I was continually shouting "HELP!! HELP!!" until the figure grabbed me once more, pushing me to the ground, pulling my skirt down my knees, scratching my legs with his nails in the process so I screeched with pain, and attempting to insert his privates into me by thrusting his heavy body down onto me. He hit me on the head with his fist, so I am now feeling dazed and disorientated. Until, through the fuzziness in my eyes, I see someone full pelt charge towards the figure on top of me. I'm drifting in and out of consciousness, trying to focus on what is happening...

"How fucking dare you, you disgusting piece of shit!!!!"

I hear faintly in the background in between throws of punches and kicking. The voice sounds weirdly familiar, a low, male voice but I can't quite distinguish who this is...

"I'm gunna kill you, fucking kill you." I hear again, until my eyes roll closed and I am in a field of blackness.

Im being shaken, and I can hear echoed voices around me...

"Lil! Lil! Wake up quickly!" my eyes open, and I cant quite focus who this person is still. Its still dark, I cant have been unconcious long.

"W..whats happening?!" I began to sob, until I realise im still in the same position I was before, led on the ground in a field on the side of a country lane. Im trembling from the cold, and I can feel a ice cold draft between my legs. I spring up so I am sat up straight, to realise my skirt is still down by my ankles, my legs bleeding where I was previously scratched, and my private parts on show to this hero figure in the dark. I scramble to my feet, pulling my skirt up and whats left of my tights. As I try and stand firm, my legs begin to tremble and I weakly fall to the ground, until I get caught.

"Its okay Lil, you're safe, I'm here now".

I still have no idea who this person is, its too dark to see. All I know is I can trust this person, and my only reaction is to clasp tightly onto the figure, my hero. I feel his warmth, as he brings me to my feet, still holding on for dear life. I peer behind his shoulder, squinting my eyes in an attempt to see the hooded figure who is on the floor, keeled over, blood everywhere, and out for the count. 

"O..Oh my god!" I scream as once more I begin to tremble, and cry my eyes out. I have been partly sexually abused, almost raped by a stranger, and my hero has nearly killed him. Who is this person?

"Lets get you home, yes?" they whisper as they pick me up, so my legs are dangling over one arm, and my head resting on his chest in a bridal position. Im baffled as to who this person is, but right now all im concerned about is the pain I am experiencing. A shooting pain when I breathe in and out arises, my head is pounding so hard I can hear the beat of the pulse, and my insides hurt a lot.

"Argh!" I moan as I cough when a cold air wisps its way to the back of my throat.

"Are you okay?! What's wrong?"

"My stomach, its agonising" I reply, barely able to string a sentence.

"Who...Who are you?" I asked in a tiny whisper against my hero's chest.

"Why, I cant believe you havent realised. Look at my pocket, I'm the disorganised one... remember?" he replies, as I feel him smile.

I look down to his pocket to see a bag, which I had earlier used to gift wrap a present in for the gorgeous dark haired green eyed goddess.... Oh my god. It was him.