Story of My Life

Thirst

He dragged me with him to a hotel room. He made me sit on his bed while he made another drink. I was starting to get sober. The drugs and drinks wore off gradually.

I stood up and walked towards the door when I felt a warm hand around my waist dragging me back to the bed. I struggled, I struggled a lot but he was strong. I started to scream and it eventually turned into a cry. He tried to shush me. Then I felt a hard sting on my left cheek. That was when I stopped crying and looked up to him.

“What do you want from me?” I asked.

“You already know.” he replied in a weighty tone.

“There were a lot of other girls.” I said, sobbing. “Why me?”

“I like you.”

“What kind of thing is that now?” I said, “You don’t have to like a girl to have sex with her.”

He didn’t reply. He just pushed me on the bed and got over me. I struggled to keep him away. He smelled of kush. He removed his jacket and started undressing me.

After a session of kicks and punches from me, he succeeded. I was tired, I couldn’t fight anymore. I gave up. He did what he wanted, with me hoping that he would leave me once I satisfy his thirst. Be it.

He touched me, I was numb. I couldn’t feel it. I was so ashamed of myself. I was thinking of my parents. I was regretting my decision. It was too late now. He started entering me. It hurt, it hurt like hell. I don’t remember anything after that. The orgasm, him dressing me in my underwear before getting into bed, his kisses before he dozed off to sleep. It was all hazy.

I slept. I had a dream. I was back home in Nevada with Annie and her boyfriend. We were giggling over something when this monster who was sleeping next to me came and snatched me away from my parents and my friends and they could do nothing. They just watched. It was a nightmare.

Tokyo truly turned into a nightmare.