Blacked Out (Completed) Book 1

Fucked up✔️

Everything she could tell was that this day sucked. Everybody told her to think positively. Everybody told her not to lose faith. Everybody told her everything is going to be outstanding.

All she could think about it, that those phrases were bullshit.

It was a fucked up day! She did what they advised her to. To take a walk, to refresh her mind in the cold breeze. She just had to stay at home like her guts had told her to. But the good person she was, always fulfills what the others say. And now... Now she's getting kidnapped by a tall man with a unicorn mask in the middle of the dark streets.

"Get off me!", she cried out as the bald man with small various tattoos on his face handcuffed her after he tore away the brown potato bag from her head. "Help me! Someone help! Anybody, please help me!", she screamed at the top of her lungs and the tears urged to fall.

As the metal started to sting her hand wrist, she knew she was in big trouble. The dark unfamiliar building which smelled burned and abandoned got her paralyzed and weak. She couldn't see much but after her eyes adjusted to the darkness she saw nothing but a bizarre laboratory. Within the situation she got scared. Even though she was alone with the raper, she felt that someone was nearby but she didn't see anything.

The stranger pushed her against the table and stooped her body forwards with that her back faced him. After he ducked-taped her mouth he buckled up his belt and slid the zipper from his jeans open, pushing his waist towards her. He was horny and didn't care what she felt. Feeling great, he couldn't stop.

She could feel his little bump through her trousers. She squeezed her legs tight together but with the help of his feet, he could force her legs to spread open, rip her trousers with his butterfly in his right hand then he pushed his dick deep inside of her. She let out a hurtful gasp and while he thrust in her the deeper he got, he was close to ejaculate. She tried to get out of the cold metallic handcuffs. It hurt a lot but not more than the rape the tall gross stranger was doing with her. The facial expressions of her couldn't bear the pain any longer.

It frightened her when he moaned.

Her mind questioned herself why he could like that?

Should she understand what the meaning of rape is?

As she finally escaped her hands from the handcuffs, she turned around and punched him with all the force she had left in the face. He stumbled backward in the chemicals behind him and those mixtures crashed onto the ground. Due to the chemical reaction, the liquids started to haze. The raper got back on his feet and pulled his trousers up, anger written all over his face. If looks could kill, she died seconds ago.

Tearing the ducktape away from her mouth thus she could breathe better. It burned a little bit at least she inhaled more oxygen for her lungs. As she pulled up her trousers, she smelled a few drugs and other sour chemicals. Filled with rage, the man walked towards her, she stepped back as far as she could until the cold dusty wall hit her back. His right hand approached her throat. His grip, strong enough to lift her and pressed her against the dirty wall. She gasped for air but her throat felt sorer the more she struggled to breathe. Her lungs collapsed not long after she tried to get away from him.

A lion-like roar echoed through the room. Her sight got darker and before she completely blacked out, she felt an explosion.

From the bad dream which she couldn't remember anymore, she woke up yelling.

The silent beeping sound went slower within every second she calmed herself down. Her head stung and pounded hard. All she saw was only the blurriness, she couldn't recognize well where the hell she was. But she tried to sniff around and assuming to the smell she knew, she laid in a hospital.