Murderville

Two

"Please don't do it! I'm begging you, I will do anything, honestly. I have two kids and a husband at home, and I have to return to them!"
"Hmm, I dunno sweet cheeks"

The mysterious man; who claims to know me, looked down at me. I wasn't sure what he wanted to do with me, all I know was that I had a very bad feeling I wouldn't be returned home for a while.

"Come on, I will do anything. Anything you want me to."
"Oh really?"
A mischievous grin spread across his dark face as he leaned down; putting his face quite close to mine. His breath smelled of cheap alcohol and something else I couldn't identify.

I thought about what he could possibly have in mind for me to do for him.. and I shuddered at the thought. He seemed like a dirty, dirty man. And I didn't want to touch him, but if it meant getting to see my kids and husband I would do it.

"Yes."

I swallowed deep, but kept my breath steady, so that he wouldn't know I was nervous. He brought his face even closer to mine, I could feel his breath on my face. It was as though he kept moving closer and closer. Before I knew what was happening, I felt his chapped lips on mine and I pulled away.

"What? Didn't like my kiss Sexy?"
I shuddered, but kept silent. I felt his cold hand run down my naked skin and I shivered ever so slightly. I didn't want him touching me, I didn't stop him though, and even if I really, really wanted to, I couldn't; my hands were tied behind me, with a rope which was digging deep within my skin. It burned, and with every move of my wrists, I felt the rope dig a little bit deeper into my flesh.

His hand continued to travel down my body, until it stopped at one place. The place I didn't want him to touch. He unbuttoned my jeans and slipped his hand down them. Just as I felt his hand down there, I spit into his face.
It was a mistake; which I instantly regretted. Yeh I wanted to see my kids and husband, but I wasn't letting him rape me. Family meant everything to me, but I wouldn't let no body rape me. Even if it meant never seeing my family again.. no, I would see them again, I know it.

He stood up after I spit on him and kicked me, right in the stomach. I felt the air escape my lungs; as I gasped for air. As I was gasping for air, trying to steady my heart, I felt something ice cold go through my back. I wasn't sure what it was and I felt my hand rush to the spot that started burning. Something warm was seeping through my clothes and I pulled my now soaked hand away to look. It was covered in blood, and it took me a minute, but I realized it was my blood. But it was too late, I felt the whatever air I had left escape me and the world around me blackened.. it was too late.

I woke up in a cold sweat; like how characters in book wake up after an awful dream. And I suppose that was exactly what just happened. It was yet another nightmare of my mother's death, even though I wasn't there to witness it, the killer had explained it quite descriptively to my father and I, right as he was being taken away; to be locked away forever. Ever since that day in the court room, I had these dreams, the conversation always changed, as did my mother's thoughts. But they always ended to same. I got out of the bed, and walked downstairs to find my dad sleeping on the couch.
I walked over to the kitchen to find many empty bottles of beer laying around the counter. I cleaned them up and checked the time. It appeared to be 2:00 am, and I decided to go back into the living room and watched whatever appeared to be on the tv. I wasn't quite watching it, I was just staring at the tv, with a blank expression on my face.

I woke up to the sounds of birds chirping, and my dad cursing. I slowly opened my eyes, to see that the sun had now come out and it was later in the day. I don't remember falling asleep, but I felt refreshed. Yawning; I stood up and walked into the kitchen to see what my dad was cursing at.