I wear BROKEN like a crown

3- Down the Corrider, Darkest Room

I jumped away from him like oil from water, dashing for the stairs. I don't wear heels to parties so I didn't worry about that, but a hand grabs the back of my collar and I choked as I was yanked back.

This cant be happening. I twisted and struggled, not getting enough air to utter out more than a weak, "Help~"

Tears stung my eyes. Who would've thought me of all people would end up like this. I have everybody and their man on my side but when I'm alone I can't even hold it together. My dad and brother would be ashamed.

Mystery Man let me go but trapped me in his warm, nice smelling arms before I could jet out of there. I tried to get his balls, but my foot only got the back of his knee from the position I was in. I couldn't get myself from his arms and I couldn't even see his face, it pressed into the back of neck.

I started to sob when he pressed a kiss where his head was, the motion so gentle it made me confused. He didn't seem like a creep but here I am. Against my will. A fight downstairs probably between white boy and dancer who got a shirt full of liquid. Me- long forgotten.

"Dont, please, dont." I pleaded, as he dragged me down the hallway. " Please you don't wanna do this. I swear to god I will kill you, every one I know will kill you."

He shoved me into a dark room at the end. I freaked out even more because I hate the dark. "Shh, baby girl, I got you." His arms circled me again in the dark except this time my head was buried in his chest.

Everything felt so wrong. Sometimes the moves were so soft and then it got more terrifying again. Not what I'd think. It was almost like if I just gave in, it wouldn't be half bad.But I do not want this.

"Lets me go." I croaked, not bothering to scream out. Nobody was out there. But I needed a way out.

"Shh." He patted my hair, trying to be comforting but I stiffened, more feeling suffocated. He was stronger than me and fast, seeing as he got to me before I could even get a foot on a step out there.

But he was empathetic to some extent. He had to be if he is acting like this.

"Sir?" I made my voice meek, hoping to gain sympathy. "I don't want this. It's gonna hurt me."

"It won't hurt too bad, baby girl." He continued to pat, not once straying further down. It just made me more anxious. I glanced at the locked door. It would take me maybe 10 seconds to get to the door and run out if it was unlocked but it wasnt and unlocking takes more seconds that he would definitely catch up with.

I could go through the window, but best case is broken ankle, worst case is broken neck. I searched for any weapon to take this fool down but there really wasn't much. The room was clean. Curse the gods, who keeps their room clean?

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Kamusta! Thank you for reading! I hope you guys are doing okay here, there is more to get through...

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