Draft.

Hello.

A pain shot through my skull as my vision slowly returned. I can’t exactly remember what happened. All I remember was partying a little and meeting a handsome guy in a bar. I must have finally let my guard down. Never accept drinks from strangers. My sensitive eyes blinding by a bright make out a white tiled room, sterile and surgical in nature.

If any sense of optimism remained looking around immediately killed it. Chains fell from the walls and a steel door blocking my freedom. No signs of my belongings and my top missing confirmed my fears. I trembled as I moved from my slumped position. “Hello?” I called out nervously. A movement behind the steel door the first response. It opened and out emerged a masculine figure, a surgical mask obscuring his face. “Finally” a deep voice stated, “you are a deep sleeper”. Immediately I scrambled into the corner of the white room. “W- who are you?” I manage to scream through tense breaths. “Stay back!”

The strange man takes two steps forward and kneels down to look at my trembling body. “You don’t really have a choice dear” he says. “Stop. Don’t you can’t…” I trail on “I know what you want please don’t”. He responds “im not going to rape you if that’s what you think” Obviously this doesn’t stop my fear. He grabs me by the hand so that I stand before him. His large frame towering over me. Fighting this would prove pointless.

I look nervously up at him. I watch him smirk as he puts his hand into his jacket pocket. Now my heart is beating faster than it ever had before and not for good reasons. Out he pulls something wrapped in a cloth. It drops to the floor as a large kitchen knife is revealed. “Oh FUCK” I shout. “Don’t you fucking dare you pervert!” I go to slap him pointlessly. My fragile hands doing absolutely nothing. Suddenly his huge hand pushes me to the tiled wall and I go quiet. My abdomen convulsing with fear. “Don’t worry” he “reassures” me “you’ll love this”

He looks me down. My mysteriously missing shirt leaving me feel exposed in only my bra and jeans. The stranger puts the knife to my navel. “Look at me” he demands. My head already turned down to watch the sharp blade, my eyes move up to meet his. I let out a little gasp. “Good girl”

A strange sensation emerges within me. But it means nothing. The sharp tip pressing against my navel, his hand on my shoulder. He moves the blade to my chest and with a considerable amount of force he cuts away my bra pulling it off me the rest of the way. ”Strip” he demands. In no position to object I clumsily pull down my jeans and underwear leaving me completely exposed for this monster to see. I can feel the air on my sensitive parts.

His huge hand moves to cup my left breast making me feel very small in his perverted grasp. My face goes red and I can’t bring myself to look at him. “I know you’re enjoying this” “N-n… no” I respond quietly. “What?” He doesn’t wait for a response.

The blade moves up my naked body to my chin guiding my face up to his. Towering down over me in a vaguely romantic style. Of course nothing was romantic about this. “You look good” My face goes red. He gets close to me. The blade now positioned to my navel once more. “Look at me” he says suddenly before the blade is plunged into my belly. “AAAAAHHHHH!!!!” I let out a sharp but brief scream.

My gaze darting down to inspect what the hell happened. I look down to see the blade hidden inside my flesh. A sharp sensation burns from within me. My abdomen contracting in pain. Once again he lifts my chin up with his fingers to look at him. “You took that so well” This twisted compliment made me feel… proud. A strange throbbing could be felt inside. At this point my inner thighs are soaked. “Thank you” I respond sheepishly.