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It isn’t until we are past the dance floor that I realize we aren’t going there. He’s leading me to a hallway on the other side of the bar.
“Where…” I start to talk, but it takes too much effort. When I try to turn in his arm, he easily holds me still.
“It’s okay,” he says in my ear. “I saw the guy you were with come this way.”
Something isn’t right. I shouldn’t be feeling like this. I’ve been drunk plenty of times before, and I’ve never felt this way. It’s like I have no control over my body.
The guy leads me down a dark hallway until we reach a door. The guy knocks, but no one answers. He pushes the door open and ushers me inside. I try to fight, now knowing this guy isn’t helping me at all. He must have slipped something in my drink. If I had the energy, I would laugh.God! What an idiot I am!
I hear a click and then feel the guy pull me farther into the room, I squint and see it’s a storage room of some sort.
“What are you…” I try again to talk. I swallow, trying to wet my dry throat before I try again. “What… are you… going to do?”
The guy turns me to face him with his arms still around me to hold me up. I feel so damn weak, and I can’t clear my fuzzy mind.
“We’re going to have some fun,” he says, and lifts me up onto a solid surface. I slump back against the wall behind me, not able to hold myself up. My skirt rides up, showing my black thong underneath. He steps between my legs, not having to push too hard to force them apart. Again, I try to lift my arms to push him away, but I have no strength whatsoever.
“Fuck, you’re pretty. I can’t wait to get my cock in you.” He reaches up around my neck and releases the clasp of my top. It tumbles down, exposing my breasts. He takes one of my nipples in between his thumb and forefinger and pinches it hard.
I whimper in pain. “No,” I hear myself mumble.
“Oh yeah, baby. I’m going to fuck you so good.” He then bends his head, takes my other nipple in his mouth, and bites down. I lay there helpless to stop him, on the verge of gagging from him touching me. My head turns to the side, and I see some type of spray bottle. I try with every bit of strength I still have to reach for it so I can spray it in his eyes. I want to cry with frustration when my body doesn’t do as I want it to.
I feel the guy reach down between us and run his finger along my thong. “With you being so tiny I bet you’re going to clench around my cock like a vise grip.”
He moves my thong aside, and I feel his finger at my pussy. He groans and puts one finger inside me. I can’t believe this is happening to me. I feel so helpless. I can’t do a damn thing while this sick fuck forces his finger inside me. All I can do is lie there while he does whatever he wants.
He adds a second finger, then a third. “Shit, I need you to get wet for me or it’ll hurt us both.” I don’t think he really cares if he hurts me. He’s more concerned with himself. Everyone knows a dry pussy is not a place a man wants to put his dick. He’d rub it raw.
My mind is becoming more and more disoriented. I feel like I’m going to pass out any minute. My vision is starting to go blackaround the edges, and my skin is becoming clammy. My hearing is off as well. I think I hear someone call my name, but I wonder if it’s wishful thinking.
I can tell the guy is getting frustrated because I’m not getting wet. He starts ramming his fingers in me so roughly it’s causing my limp body to hit the wall behind me. Each time he pushes them in me, it feels like his knuckles are punching my pubic area. His grip on my inner thigh is brutal. He rubs my clit with his thumb, but it does nothing to help him in his attempt to make me wet. He removes his fingers from my pussy, and I think I see him through blurred vision undoing his pants. I feel tears gather in my eyes. Why haven’t Andrew or the girls found me yet? It feels like we’ve been in this closet for hours. No way would they have left me alone for that long.
“Guess I’ll just have to improvise,” I barely hear the guy say through the pounding in my ears, before he brings his hand up to his mouth and spits in it.
I can’t stop the sob that leaves my mouth, knowing I’m about to be raped and there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop it. My vision blacks out for a minute before returning. The pounding in my ears is so loud that it feels like my head is going to combust. I close my eyes to block out the vision of the guy above me, ready to shove his nasty dick in me. I don’t have the strength to open them again, not that I want to anyway. I feel myself going under and welcome the darkness.
Right before I lose consciousness, I hear a loud bang and a muttered, “Oh, fuck.”
15
Mac
Her spirit…
“I’M GOING TO GRAB another beer. Either of you want one?” I ask Jaxon and Nick while I prop my pool stick up against the wall. We’re at Bounce waiting on the girls and Andrew to give us a call to pick them up. Jaxon asked us if we wanted to tag along. With nothing better to do on a Friday night, we both agreed. We brought two vehicles so there would be enough room for us all. We’ve been here for about an hour playing pool, and I’m getting antsy. I know that Lucki’s has cleaned up a lot since the new owners took over, but I still don’t like Mia being there. I’ve heard rumors that the place isn’t as clean as the new owners think it is. I didn’t say anything because Mia seemed excited about going out. That’s part of the reason I’m here. I want to be close if there’s a problem.
“Yeah, grab me another, would you?” Jaxon says. I look at Nick, who is lining up his shot. He glances up and nods.
I turn and walk to the bar. The place isn’t too busy, somethingI’m happy about. The whole partying scene has never really been my thing. I enjoy going to Jaxon’s only because there are family and friends that frequent there. Here in town, not so much.
When I reach the bar, I order three beers. I pay for the drinks and carry them back to the pool table. Jaxon is kicking our ass at pool. Probably stems from him learning to play from his grandfather as a kid.
“Heard your parents were coming to town soon,” Jaxon says, then takes a swallow of his beer. “How’s retirement for your dad?”
“He hates it. It’s driving my mom crazy. She’s figured out that he’s purposely breaking shit around the house just so he has something to do.”
Jaxon chuckles. “I can imagine he’s going crazy. He was always so active. Can’t be easy on him.”
