I am lying in bed with my eyes closed, I was sleeping, have this overwhelming sense that I 'm being watched. My skin front crawl, I'm uneasy and frighten. I 'm too afraid to look, I do n't want to, if I do look there might be person 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 hold in, he 's there, standing over me, his aristocratical oculus stare, emotionless, cold like ice. My torso is wakeless like I 've been drugged. I ca n't run, my vocalization hoarse, I ca n't cry out, my arms and legs unable to oppose. I 'm trapped inside my own trunk. I start to fall in and out of awareness. 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 give up and go away.



I fight against the short weight of my body, trying to get myself to move. I must ingest passed out. I wake to helping hand against my hide. They 're cold, I try to impress away from his touch but I ca n't. ‘ Oh god, please no !'I cry out inside my head. My lips move, just barely, but there 's no auditory sensation. His script cups my breast, I can find his manus offset to warm up with the liaison with my skin. His hands slide over my skin, over my bosom. get-go one then the early. He 's talking his time. He 's surefooted I wo n't be able to do anything for a while. I feel him roll out my nipple between his fingers. His mouth take my nipple between is lips, he moves his glossa around the ring of color. He holds my nipple between his dentition flicking the tip with his tongue. I lose cognizance again. I 'm not sure how practically time passed but I no longer experience his hands against me. Has he gone ?

I fight to open up my eyes again, my vision is blurry I can barely make out anything. For a import I thought he really was gone, that 's when he pulls my pantie off. I manage a barely audible, `` No '' but it had no effect. He drops my legs back against the bed. His manpower run over my skin, taking in my thighs, they make their way up to between my peg feeling my reluctant warmness. Somehow I find the willpower to get my body to finally actuate. I scream as I grab his handwriting, 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 fuck ? '' I manage to sit up, he 's in total shock, I should n't be conscious let alone moving. He backs up and goes to bequeath. I start to feel the upshot of the drug again.

The realness that I haven't had sex in last to two years starts to set in. `` screw me. '' I say.

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

'' Fuck me ! '' I slur, `` You came here to fuck me, so get it on me. '' I do n't feel like I 'm in ascendence of what I 'm saying. At the same time I 'm sitting here telling this rapist to come back and have intercourse me.

I 'm trying to will myself, crying out, wanting, begging myself to press and make him get out. None of those words make it through, just the words telling him to come screw me are making it through. I fall into the bed and pass out again. I wake up to his cock penetrating my twat. He 's thrusting into me. Before he can finish I start to recover ascendance of my body again. I sit up and push him down onto his back, straddle him and get riding him. I can just make out a look of shock and pleasure.

'' I did n't, I really was n't expecting this, but I have to allow I 'm enjoying this. '' he says. I sit mystifying and ride him hard. It had been so long since I had a man I took full-of-the-moon advantage of him. I slide my rose hip forward and back, my wetness releasing on his stomach. I moan as I take his script and have them against my white meat. I only start to shake my hips faster before he starts to swell up inside me, the warmth of his skin 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 squeeze against me. He does n't notice or think anything of my manus sliding down the side of my bed. I'm keeping his aid with my rose hip. My deal finds what I was looking for. I wait, it wo n't be long now. I feel him mature inside me again, his breathing place quickens and his consistency starts to tense 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. Confusion took over and for a here and now he forgot he was about to cum.

My grasp tightens against the physical object in a pocket of my mattress. I present my defensive cat ear knuckle weapon. I black out. I thought I passed out and pretermit my chance to penalise this man for coming into my home, making it no longer feel secure. My bed was supposed to be my safety blank space, this is no longer straight.

I woke up to the belief of something foreign, it was making me cool, it was wet, it felt almost slimy. It took me a while to get the world to follow into direction. My headspring is pounding and my rima oris dry. I reached for my drink next to my bed and something hits it before my hand reached its intended object.

'' What the ... `` Confusion takes over. I lift my helping hand only to see red. I quickly check my dead body thinking this was my line, that I 'd wound 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 palpate where the man had sex with me. A man I had never seen before,"What the ass '' I say out brassy to myself. Something wasn't right, I reached up and touched the skin on my cheek, it felt tight and cracked beneath my fingerbreadth as I talked to myself. I look down. I gasp, my eyes go broad. I see blood, a lot of rake.

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

I see a lead of pedigree leading out the room access. 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 shit, oh shit, I realized I was n't dreaming and was drugged, raped, and had attacked mortal, mortal who really was in my home.

The pedigree led me down my hallway blood smeared on the rampart. I was careful to stay clear of the blood trail, I watched a lot of investigation show, I knew not to touch anything.

The rip track led to my front threshold, which was locked. holy place fuck, I realized, it 's locked, the fuck door is locked. The fucking bastard had a fucking key ! I checked and my sliding chicken feed door was still locked as well.

I run to my room and snap up 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 of reasoning 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 safe in my home. I try dialing for the law again. Why can't I get through, why won't anyone listen ?

I hear a noise, it startles me, I jerk awake, someone knocking on my door ? A dreaming, it was only a pipe dream. It felt so real. I check, no pedigree. I hear the knock again. I slide out of bed, my panties still on but I hurt, I still feel like I had sex. My drumhead hurts but it 's clear, for the nigh part.

The knock comes one to a greater extent time followed by a representative calling out, `` Maintenance ''.

'' Just a mo ! '' I call back. I had completely forgotten maintenance 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 precipitation to the door. No origin trail, the door is not only locked but the chain is in berth. 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 closer I get to the threshold the more his image starts to slice from my mind.

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

I know the rule that you ca n't dream about someone you 've never seen before and until today I would have accepted that as true .