I am lying in bed with my eyes closed, I was sleeping, have this whelm sensation that I 'm being watched. My skin crawling, I'm uneasy and frighten. I 'm too afraid to depend, I do n't want to, if I do expect there might be soul there. I'm so afraid to open my eyes, ‘ Please do n't be there."I say to myself. I yield and finally have to check, he 's there, standing over me, his blue middle stare, emotionless, cold like ice. My eubstance is heavy like I 've been drugged. I ca n't proceed, my phonation hoarse, I ca n't cry out, my weapons system and branch ineffective to react. I 'm ensnare inside my own body. I start to fall in and out of knowingness. I have no mind how he drugged me but I 'm helpless. I 'm fighting to quell awake maybe if I stay awake he will give up and go away.



I fight against the utter exercising weight of my body, trying to get myself to move. I must have passed out. I wake to script against my skin. They 're cold, I try to act away from his feeling but I ca n't. ‘ Oh god, please no !'I cry out inside my head. My backtalk move, just barely, but there 's no strait. His mitt loving cup my breast, I can find his hired hand scratch to warm up with the striking with my skin. His script slide over my tegument, over my breast. First one then the other. He 's talking his prison term. He 's confident I wo n't be capable to do anything for a while. I feel him wind my nipple between his fingers. His back talk take aim my nipple between is sass, he moves his glossa around the areola. He holds my nipple between his tooth flicking the tip with his tongue. I lose awareness again. I 'm not sure how much time passed but I no longer feel his manpower against me. Has he gone ?

I fight to open my middle again, my vision is blurry I can barely make believe out anything. For a moment I thought he really was gone, that 's when he pulls my panties off. I manage a barely audible, `` No '' but it had no effect. He drops my branch back against the bed. His hand run over my skin, taking in my thighs, they make their way up to between my legs feeling my reluctant warmheartedness. Somehow I find the willpower to get my body to finally move. I scream as I grab his hand, stopping it just short of entering me. I 'm still heavily drugged but manage to squall at him to get the roll in the hay out.

He 's absolutely surprised, `` What the fuck ? '' I manage to sit up, he 's in total daze, I should n't be conscious let alone moving. He backs up and goes to go forth. I start to palpate the effects of the drug again.

The realism that I haven't had sex in close to two years starts to set in. `` Fuck me. '' I say.

'' What ? '' he turns and looks at me with confusion.

'' shag me ! '' I slur, `` You came here to bonk me, so fuck me. '' I do n't feel like I 'm in control of what I 'm saying. At the same time I 'm sitting here telling this rapist to issue forth back and sleep together me.

I 'm trying to will myself, crying out, wanting, begging myself to struggle and get him leave. None of those word of honor make it through, just the wrangle telling him to come screw me are making it through. I fall into the bed and passing game out again. I wake up to his dick penetrating my puss. He 's thrusting into me. Before he can finish I start to recover control of my body again. I sit up and labour him down onto his back, straddle him and start riding him. I can just make out a flavor of shock and pleasure.

'' I did n't, I really was n't expecting this, but I have to acknowledge I 'm enjoying this. '' he says. I sit deep and ride him hard. It had been so long since I had a man I took full advantage of him. I slide my rosehip forward and back, my wetness releasing on his abdomen. I moan as I take his hands and hold them against my boob. I only start to rock my articulatio coxae faster before he starts to puff up up inside me, the warmth of his cutis against mine, the wetness that came from me riding him. He 's getting close, `` Not yet. '' I tell him."I want you top again."

I wrap my legs around him and we roll over. He's back to being on top. He continues to thrust against me. He does n't discover or believe anything of my mitt sliding down the side of meat of my bed. I'm keeping his attention with my hips. My hand finds what I was looking for. I wait, it wo n't be long now. I feel him grow inside me again, his breath quickens and his consistency starts to tense up.

'' I 'm cumming '' he says.

'' Yes, delight '' I respond, `` I hope you enjoyed this because you 'll never do this again."

'' What ? '' he stops. mental confusion took over and for a moment he forgot he was about to cum.

My grip tightens against the object in a sack of my mattress. I acquaint my defensive cat ear knuckle weapon system. I dim out. I thought I passed out and missed my chance to punish this man for coming into my home, making it no longer feel good. My bed was supposed to be my safe place, this is no longer true.

I woke up to the impression of something strange, it was making me cool down, it was wet, it felt almost slimy. It took me a while to get the globe to come into focus. My head is pounding and my oral fissure dry. I reached for my deglutition next to my bed and something bang it before my handwriting reached its intended object.

'' What the ... `` Confusion takes over. I lift my hand only to see red. I quickly arrest my body thinking this was my rakehell, that I 'd anguish myself somehow. Then I remember that man.

‘ postponement'I said to myself, ‘ I was just dreaming, I had to be.'But I hurt, I still sense where the man had sex with me. A man I had never seen before,"What the screw '' I say out loud to myself. Something wasn't rightfield, I reached up and touched the skin on my face, it felt tight and cracked beneath my finger as I talked to myself. I look down. I gasp, my eyes go wide. I see blood, a lot of blood.

'' What the shtup Hades ! '' I shoot up, oh my question. It 's still fuzzy, throbbing. `` It was just a dreaming. It was all a ambition wasn't it ? What the hell happened ? '' I look around. On my mitt is what 's leftfield of my cat ear knuckle weapon system. `` preeminence to self, do n't buy the plastic one next time. ''

I see a lead of blood leading out the doorway. I get up to realize my panties were missing. They were n't on me nor were they on the trading floor. `` shit, I really liked those pantie. '' My sarcasm was quickly cut off by reality. Oh bull, oh diddlysquat, I realized I was n't dreaming and was drugged, raped, and had attacked mortal, someone who really was in my home.

The blood led me down my hallway blood smeared on the walls. I was careful to remain gain of the lineage trail, I watched a lot of investigation shows, I knew not to refer anything.

The origin trail led to my front doorway, which was locked. holy fuck, I realized, it 's locked, the fucking door is locked. The fucking bastard had a fucking key ! I checked and my sliding chalk door was still locked as well.

I run to my room and grab my phone, I try to dial 9-1-1 but I ca n't, the phone is n't working, somehow I get someone on the line but they think I 'm joking. I sit on my bed freaking out. Should I go to the apartment post and report it ? I 'm too scared to go outside but I 'm not even condom in my place. I try dialing for the police again. Why can't I get through, why won't anyone listen ?

I hear a dissonance, it startles me, I jerk awake, someone knocking on my threshold ? A aspiration, it was only a dream. It felt so real. I check, no origin. I hear the knock again. I slide out of bed, my pantie still on but I hurt, I still feel like I had sex. My headway hurts but it 's clear, for the most part.

The belt comes one more time followed by a vocalization calling out, `` criminal maintenance ''.

'' Just a moment ! '' I call back. I had completely forgotten maintenance was going to come by. I check the clock, 7 P.M. kind of latterly, I thought to myself.

I quickly throw on my robe and hurry to the door. No blood trail, the door is not only locked but the string is in spot. I shrug it off, thank god it was just a dream. ‘ Weird though about the man.'I thought since I had never seen him before. The closer I get to the threshold the more his image starts to fades from my head.

I open the door and there he was, standing there, the man from my dream. The man who had a key to my flat, one of the sustainment hombre, one I 'd never seen before today, he was new and just started, today was his foremost day.

I know the formula that you ca n't dream about person you 've never seen before and until today I would cause accepted that as avowedly .