I could feel his breath hot against the back of my neck. He hands were pushing against my shoulders and his body pressed up against by back. I was trapped, a Claire sandwich. I could feel everything. Holy crap, this is bad! This is bad! He moved his grip off my shoulders and snatched my wrists with great violence. I pushed against him with my legs and tried to release myself from his grasp. Kicking and screaming, that’s how I’ll go. He just kept squeezing tighter using his body for more force. He seemed to be amused and slightly aroused by my struggle to be let free.
“Don’t be scared love. I’ll take very good care of you, you know, once I take care of myself.”
I tried to scream but, the noise just wouldn’t come. It was like it was stuck, there in the back of my throat. The fear finally struck me that this could be the last moments I have left to life. I could feel him move my hands from against the wall to pull them around to my back. The rope was rough and tore deeply into my skin. I could feel the burn continuing on my wrists. The more I pushed, the more I struggled, the more and harder he held on. I could feel my vision blurring with tears that were just welding up, waiting to be released. I could hear him chuckling deep in his throat; a harsh sound. It kept ringing through my ears.
“You’re one pretty darling’, aren’t you? All nice and soft. Hmmm, smells pretty too. Very appealing to the senses.”
He wrestled me to the ground, forcing me on my back with my hands up over my head causing me to bang my head off the cold, wet pavement. Don't pass out, keep holding on Claire. Don't give in. The pounding in the back of my head kept on enduring. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I whimpered a small plea. "Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone. Just please, please let me go."
"I can't honey. You're too damn good to let go and plus, I've already had so much fun getting you this far. Wouldn’t it be a shame to let all that work go to waste?"
"Please. I'll give you money, anything you want, name it. It's yours once you let me go. Please."
"Shut up."
"Please. Please"
"I said shut up... SHUT UP!" He raised his hand. I could feel the blow against my face. I wept in pain.
"PLEASE," I screamed at him. I let the tears come then. They rolled down my face without shame, wincing once they ran over the blemish that will soon appear due to his brutality.
He was relentless. He started to undo my jeans. I bucked and swayed my hips, causing him to be unsuccessful. He grew impatient. He forced himself on top of me, almost completely straddling my hips with my legs pinned into the pavement. I could feel every muscle in his body. His grin grew on his face once he completed the task of getting my button and zipper undone. I could feel his weight shifting off me and I used it to my advantage. Finally having access to my legs, I started to kick him hard. Keep kicking Claire, for the love of God! KEEP KICKING! I kept kicking my legs with great intensity. Finally hitting the sweet spot I've been looking for. I heard him yell out in pain, watching him grab himself by the crotch. The pain from the blow forcing him to his knees.
I rolled away from his grasp. I started to get up to break off into a run to get to safety. He was outraged. His fury was so strong it was like that kick had finally lit the match that fueled the fire. He crawled towards me and yanked me back down. This time I never gave in. I dragged him along the alley, hands tied behind my back. Adrenaline coursed through my veins giving me the strength to fight back. But he was too strong. Yanking on my hair he forced me on my stomach, face deep into the pavement. I screamed out for help. I knew no one was listening. I knew no one could hear me in my time of strife. His hands forced my jacket and shirt upward causing the material to rip, then the opposite direction tearing the back of my jeans and panties from my body. He left the skin from my back down to my knees totally exposed. The cool air brushed against my backside, all I could do was weep for myself and the innocence I was about to lose. I accepted the reality of the situation. I, Claire Taylor, was a goner.
He violently forced his hand between my legs. I screeched from the savage force. The pain spread through my inner thighs and down my legs. I could feel him, tearing through with such carelessness and such strength. All I could do was scream and weep.
"Like that don't you," he uttered harshly into my ear.
"Please, let me go," I sobbed against the asphalt.
"Now, why would I do that? We're having such fun here. Time for the finale baby. I promise this won't hurt; much."
He made it clear what he was about to do. I heard him giggling around with his belt and he quickly unzipped his pants. I understood what he was doing. He freed himself of the barriers of his clothing and settled himself over me. This is it kiddo, your a goner. I shut my eyes allowing loose tears to spring free and allowed myself to try to shut out the discomfort and tourture I was about to acknowledge. I tried to calm my terrified breathing and bit my lip to muffle the shrieks. I could taste the blood on my lip where my teeth had pierced the inside of my mouth from the pressure.
The warmth of his skin touched mine. I braced myself but nothing happened. I could hear screams but they weren't my own. The pressure from the weight of his frame had disappeared. Had he changed his mind and decided to prey on someone else? Did someone finally come to my rescue?I rolled onto my side bending ever so slightly forcing myself to look behind me.
My attacker was on his knees, still exposed to all the world. I cringed at the sight of him. A more framed, taller boy was stood behind him. Holding his head cocked to one side and firmly in place. Horrified by what I was seeing, i never closed my eyes. A strange sensation of deja-vu washed over me quickly. I could feel the pit of my stomach turning as the stranger bent over and moved dangerously low to the attackers neck. I watched in apprehension.
They were sharp. Very sharp. Little trickles of my rapists blood stained the ends. His eyes sparkled against his blood stained white shirt, his puples were dilated and dark as night with an inner circle of prevoking red.
He looked like he was pleasured in a way by this kill. Like he knew he was looking for me and that he would get the satifaction of drainging the life from my violent assualter. He looked cursed. The more I gazed, the more the dark seed in him seemed to present itself to the naked eye. He was tall and lean. The definition of his body seemed all natural. The way his shirt clung to his well defined chest and how his jeans hung dangerously low on his hips. He was every woman's wild desire. Every woman's neglected sexual fantasy. He is here, alone, with me.
I took a deep breath. Allowing my mind to process what I saw. He started a quick stride towards me. I screamed out into the dark night, my world caving in until there was nothing.
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Out in Blind Sight
Teen Fiction17 year old Claire Taylor always believed her life was going in one direction: up! It was all academic grades and screwed up people. Her life was in the norm, until fate puts her up the the test, traumatizing her with a life shattering experience. N...
