I am lying in bed with my centre closed, I was sleeping, have this submerge sensation that I 'm being watched. My skin Australian crawl, I'm uneasy and scared. I 'm too afraid to look, I do n't want to, if I do await there might be someone there. I'm so afraid to open my eyes, ‘ Please do n't be there."I say to myself. I yield and finally bear to ascertain, he 's there, standing over me, his disconsolate eyes stare, emotionless, cold like ice. My body is heavy like I 've been drugged. I ca n't move, my voice hoarse, I ca n't cry out, my arms and peg unable to react. I 'm trapped inside my own body. I start to fall in and out of consciousness. I have no idea how he drugged me but I 'm helpless. I 'm fighting to stay awake maybe if I stay awake he will present up and go away.



I fight against the dead weighting of my dead body, trying to get myself to displace. I must have passed out. I wake to paw against my skin. They 're frigidity, I try to actuate away from his touch but I ca n't. ‘ Oh god, please no !'I cry out inside my head. My brim move, just barely, but there 's no speech sound. His hired hand cups my breast, I can feel his hand start to warm up with the impinging with my skin. His men playground slide over my pelt, over my breast. First one then the other. He 's talking his sentence. He 's confident I wo n't be able to do anything for a while. I feel him roll my nipple between his digit. His sass take my nipple between is lip, he moves his lingua around the areola. He holds my tit between his dentition flicking the tip with his natural language. I lose knowingness again. I 'm not certain how a great deal metre passed but I no longer feel his hands against me. Has he gone ?

I fight to open my eyes again, my vision is blurry I can barely make 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 legs back against the bed. His hands run over my skin, taking in my thigh, they make their way up to between my leg feeling my reluctant passion. Somehow I find the willpower to get my body to finally travel. I scream as I grab his hand, stopping it just short of entering me. I 'm still heavily drugged but manage to yell at him to get the fuck out.

He 's absolutely surprised, `` What the shag ? '' I manage to sit up, he 's in total blow, I should n't be conscious let alone moving. He backs up and goes to leave. I start to feel the effects of the drug again.

The realness that I haven't had sex in penny-pinching to two twelvemonth starts to set in. `` Fuck me. '' I say.

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

'' roll in the hay me ! '' I slur, `` You came here to fuck me, so fuck me. '' I do n't feel like I 'm in control of what I 'm saying. At the Lapplander metre I 'm sitting here telling this raper to arrive back and make out me.

I 'm trying to will myself, crying out, wanting, begging myself to fight and piss him leave. None of those lyric make it through, just the words telling him to come do it me are making it through. I fall into the bed and pass out again. I wake up to his cock penetrating my pussycat. He 's thrusting into me. Before he can finish I start to recover control of my consistence again. I sit up and crowd him down onto his backbone, straddle him and pop out riding him. I can just make out a smell of blow and joy.

'' I did n't, I really was n't expecting this, but I have to admit I 'm enjoying this. '' he says. I sit deep and taunt him hard. It had been so long since I had a man I took full reward of him. I slide my articulatio coxae forward and back, my wetness releasing on his venter. I moan as I take his hands and agree them against my breasts. I only start to sway my hips faster before he starts to puff up up inside me, the warmth of his tegument 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 pierce against me. He does n't point out or guess anything of my hand sliding down the side of my bed. I'm keeping his attention with my hips. My paw finds what I was looking for. I wait, it wo n't be long now. I feel him mature inside me again, his breather quickens and his body starts to tense up up.

'' I 'm cumming '' he says.

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

'' What ? '' he stops. discombobulation took over and for a minute he forgot he was about to cum.

My grip tightens against the aim in a sac of my mattress. I represent my justificative cat ear knuckle weapon. I ignominious out. I thought I passed out and lose my opportunity to penalise this man for coming into my home, making it no longer sense safe. My bed was supposed to be my safety place, this is no longer true.

I woke up to the touch sensation of something strange, it was making me chilled, it was wet, it felt almost slimy. It took me a piece to get the earth to come into focus. My headland is pounding and my sass dry. I reached for my drink next to my bed and something smasher it before my hand reached its intended target.

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

‘ waiting'I said to myself, ‘ I was just dreaming, I had to be.'But I hurt, I still find where the man had sex with me. A man I had never seen before,"What the roll in the hay '' I say out loud to myself. Something wasn't right, I reached up and touched the tegument on my expression, it felt tight and daft beneath my finger as I talked to myself. I look down. I gasp, my eyes go broad. I see bloodline, a lot of rip.

'' What the fucking hell ! '' I shoot up, oh my head. It 's still fuzzy, throbbing. `` It was just a dream. It was all a dreaming wasn't it ? What the hell happened ? '' I look around. On my hired hand is what 's left field of my cat ear knuckle arm. `` Note to self, do n't buy the plastic one future time. ''

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

The blood led me down my hall stemma smeared on the paries. I was careful to detain clear of the blood lead, I watched a lot of investigating show, I knew not to relate anything.

The ancestry trail led to my front end door, which was locked. holy place fuck, I realized, it 's locked, the roll in the hay door is locked. The fucking whoreson had a screw key ! I checked and my sliding meth door was still locked as well.

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

I hear a randomness, it startles me, I jerk awake, mortal knocking on my door ? A pipe dream, it was only a aspiration. It felt so real number. I check, no blood. I hear the smash again. I slide out of bed, my panties still on but I hurt, I still feel like I had sex. My head hurts but it 's clear, for the nearly region.

The knock comes one more clock time followed by a voice calling out, `` Maintenance ''.

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

I quickly throw on my robe and hurry to the door. No bloodline trail, the door is not only locked but the mountain chain is in place. I shrug it off, thank god it was just a pipe dream. ‘ Weird though about the man.'I thought since I had never seen him before. The finisher I get to the door the more his effigy starts to fades from my creative thinker.

I open the door and there he was, standing there, the man from my aspiration. The man who had a key to my flat, one of the care guy wire, one I 'd never seen before today, he was new and just started, today was his first day.

I know the linguistic rule that you ca n't dream about somebody you 've never seen before and until today I would take in accepted that as genuine .