Running Through The Garden

Peacekeeper

TRIGGER WARNING

Stevie struggled to move, it felt as if she were weighed down by a heavy rock, trying to back away when he drawled near. 

   "What did you give to me?" She slurred, her eyes half closed. She should be in a panic, but the drug in her system was slowing everything down, including her thought process.

   "Flunitrazepam."

      She didn't know what that was, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

   "It's a roofie angel."

   She wanted to scream, she wanted to run, she wanted Lindsey to come and save her.

She knew none of those were going to happen at the moment, her limbs felt like jello, her thoughts so hazy she could barely remember her own name. "W-why..."

"You still haven't caught on Angel? I know you're not as stupid as you look."

His hand moved to caress the side of her face, Stevie wanting to move but she couldn't do anything.

"You're Lindsey's best friend..." she spoke weakly, trying her hardest not to slip in to unconsciousness.

"On the contrary. I know your love for strong, tough men. I've been watching you for quite some time Angel. You like to be in control, except for in the bedroom that is."

Stevie felt as if she were going to be sick.

"You like to be dominated. You like having someone tell you what to do, to push you around."

She shook her head the best she could. "How?"

Michael threw his head back laughing. He lifted her upper body up, sliding underneath her and wrapping his arms around her.

She was paralyzed, no control of her body what's so ever.

   "You think that creep knew where you were by magic? That he just automatically knew? Lindsey told me everything. Where'd you be, when you were going to be there. He trusted me. It wasn't that hard to find an idiot in love with you enough to go along with my plan."

   Tears brimmed in her eyes, trying her hardest to push away, sluggishly hitting at the arms he had wrapped around her. "You're sick."

   "I'm in love."

She felt herself being pushed forward, her upper body falling forwards as she came face first into the couch cushion. Tears rolled down her face, trying with all her might to gain control of her own body.

She felt the skirt of her dress being lifted up past her hips, barely feeling her leggings being rolled down to her knees, him lifting her lower body up.

Weakly lifting her head over her shoulder, she saw him unbuckling his belt, sliding his zipper down.

"Michael please." Tears rolled down her face, he was in absolute control, the drug in her system barely allowing her to move.

"Shh, I'm going to make you feel so good angel."

She felt his hands travel up her thighs, hooking underneath her panties and tugging them down her leggings. She felt him spreading her legs, banging against the cushion with her palm. "Stop!"

He just grinned, reaching forwards and tangling his fingers in her hair, forcing the side of her face back on to the cushion.

Stevie felt the head of him rest against her entrance, shaking her head. "Please don't."