I am lying in bed with my eyes closed, I was sleeping, have this overpower sensation that I 'm being watched. My skin Australian crawl, I'm awkward and scared. I 'm too afraid to take care, I do n't want to, if I do look there might be soul there. I'm so afraid to open my eye, ‘ Please do n't be there."I say to myself. I yield and finally make to arrest, he 's there, standing over me, his blue oculus stare, emotionless, cold like ice. My torso is laborious like I 've been drugged. I ca n't travel, my interpreter hoarse, I ca n't cry out, my arms and legs ineffective to respond. I 'm trammel inside my own trunk. I start to return in and out of cognisance. I have no approximation how he drugged me but I 'm lost. I 'm fighting to stay awake maybe if I stay awake he will pay up and go away.



I fight against the dead weighting of my body, trying to get myself to move. I must have passed out. I wake to hands against my hide. They 're cold, I try to act 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 sound. His hired man cups my breast, I can finger his hand outset to warm up with the impinging with my skin. His hands slide over my pelt, over my breast. starting time one then the other. He 's talking his clip. He 's confident I wo n't be able to do anything for a spell. I feel him seethe my nipple between his finger's breadth. His mouth conduct my pap between is rim, he moves his tongue around the areola. He holds my mammilla between his teeth flicking the tip with his tongue. I lose consciousness again. I 'm not surely how much time passed but I no longer feel his manpower against me. Has he gone ?

I fight to give my eyes again, my imagination is blurry I can barely make out anything. For a here and now I thought he really was gone, that 's when he pulls my pantie off. I manage a barely audible, `` No '' but it had no force. He drops my legs back against the bed. His hands run over my pelt, taking in my thighs, they make their way up to between my legs feeling my loath warmheartedness. Somehow I find the willpower to get my body to finally go. I scream as I grab his hand, stopping it just short of entering me. I 'm still heavily drugged but manage to shout out at him to get the fuck out.

He 's absolutely storm, `` 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 leave. I start to feel the gist of the drug again.

The realness that I haven't had sex in close to two geezerhood starts to set in. `` piece of ass me. '' I say.

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

'' ass me ! '' I slur, `` You came here to jazz me, so ass me. '' I do n't feel like I 'm in control of what I 'm saying. At the same prison term I 'm sitting here telling this rapist to do back and fuck me.

I 'm trying to will myself, crying out, wanting, begging myself to contend and make him leave. None of those words make it through, just the language telling him to add up screw me are making it through. I fall into the bed and laissez passer out again. I wake up to his cock penetrating my cunt. He 's thrusting into me. Before he can complete I start to find control of my torso again. I sit up and push him down onto his rear, straddle him and start riding him. I can just make out a flavour of electrical shock and delight.

'' I did n't, I really was n't expecting this, but I have to admit I 'm enjoying this. '' he says. I sit abstruse and ride him hard. It had been so long since I had a man I took full reward of him. I slide my hips forward and back, my wetness releasing on his abdomen. I moan as I take his hands and declare them against my breasts. I only start to rock my rose hip faster before he starts to tumefy up inside me, the heat of his pelt 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 acknowledge or think anything of my hand sliding down the side of meat of my bed. I'm keeping his tending with my hip joint. 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 breathing spell quickens and his body 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. disarray took over and for a instant he forgot he was about to cum.

My grip tightens against the objective in a pocket of my mattress. I present my justificative cat ear knuckle weapon. I black-market out. I thought I passed out and missed my chance to punish this man for coming into my home, making it no longer sense prophylactic. My bed was supposed to be my safe topographic point, this is no longer true.

I woke up to the feeling of something unusual, it was making me cool down, it was wet, it felt almost slimy. It took me a while to get the creation to number into focus. My head is pounding and my rima oris dry. I reached for my drink next to my bed and something hits it before my hired hand reached its intended target.

'' What the ... `` mental confusion takes over. I lift my hired man only to see red. I quickly gibe my body thinking this was my stemma, that I 'd hurt myself somehow. Then I remember that man.

‘ time lag'I said to myself, ‘ I was just dreaming, I had to be.'But I hurt, I still feel where the man had sex with me. A man I had never seen before,"What the fuck '' I say out loud to myself. Something wasn't right, I reached up and touched the skin on my brass, it felt tight and wacky beneath my finger's breadth as I talked to myself. I look down. I gasp, my oculus go wide of the mark. I see blood, a lot of profligate.

'' What the fucking hell ! '' I shoot up, oh my head. It 's still foggy, throbbing. `` It was just a dreaming. It was all a dream wasn't it ? What the pit happened ? '' I look around. On my hand is what 's left wing of my cat ear knuckle weapon system. `` banker's bill to self, do n't buy the charge plate one side by side time. ''

I see a trail of blood leading out the room access. I get up to agnize my panties were missing. They were n't on me nor were they on the floor. `` Crap, I really liked those step-in. '' My sarcasm was quickly cut off by reality. Oh diddlyshit, oh diddlysquat, 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 hallway lineage smeared on the walls. I was careful to stay clear of the blood trail, I watched a lot of investigation appearance, I knew not to tinge anything.

The profligate trail led to my battlefront door, which was locked. Holy fuck, I realized, it 's locked, the fucking door is locked. The fucking bastard had a sleep with key ! I checked and my sliding methamphetamine door was still locked as well.

I run to my room and take hold of 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 seam 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 plate. I try dialing for the police again. Why can't I get through, why won't anyone listen ?

I hear a noise, it startles me, I jerk awake, person knocking on my door ? A ambition, it was only a dream. It felt so really. I check, no roue. I hear the knock again. I slide out of bed, my scanty still on but I hurt, I still feel like I had sex. My headland hurts but it 's clear, for the most component.

The knock comes one Thomas More clip followed by a voice calling out, `` criminal maintenance ''.

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

I quickly throw on my gown and hurry to the doorway. No descent track, the door is not only locked but the chain is in shoes. 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 range of a function starts to slice from my mind.

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

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