Same Difference

Chapter Two

"Hey, babe! Commere!" Tyler slurred, stumbling over to me.

"Kay." I grabbed my vodka and walked over to him, slipping between couples and dancers.

"Now, you 'member my f'iend 'ere dont chya?" I looked up and saw Mark standing there, smirking at me. I gulped.

"How could I forget? Hey."

"Hey sexy. How about a little fun? You mind Tyler if I took your girl out for a spin?"

"Coursenot Man. Don't be too rough with her. She better be alive when I get 'er back." They laughed and I looked between them. What the hell is going on? I wondered. Mark grabbed my wrists and pulled me up the stairs.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see, beauty."

Truth is, I didn't want to find out. I squirmed underneath is tight hold, but it only got tighter. He pushed me into a small bedroom and locked the door. I screamed as loud as my lungs would allow. He quickly covered my mouth with his sweaty hand, so I did what I always do. I bit his hand.

"You bitch!" He raised his hand and slapped me across my face. Hard. He pushed me onto the bed and got on top of me. He pulled out a pocket knife and held it to my throat.

"Listen here, you whore, do what I tell you or I'll stick you like a baby goat. Understand me?" He hissed. I growled at him. He took off my shirt and started feeling my upper parts. Unbottening my jeans and pushing them down. He pulled off his and ripped of the rest of my clothes roughly. I felt a small tear run down my cheek. I looked away from him as he drove himself into me. I sobbed quietly as he continued. Continued feeling me, going into me, and kissing me like there was no tomorrow. It went on for about an hour, a very painful hour, until he finally finished with me and redressed himself.

"I'll keep this a secret if you do. I'll know if you tell anyone. Even if you go back to your shitty place back in Florida. You should losen up by the way, your really tight. No one will want to fuck you if your so fucking tight. Good night, beautiful." He smirked and walked out of the room. I laid there. Too scared to move. Too scared to breathe. Scared that someone would do what he just did to me again. I couldn't believe he did it, but he did and now? I feel dead. Not wanting to move again, just wanting to die there. Please, someone kill me.