I am lying in bed with my oculus closed, I was sleeping, have this overwhelming genius that I 'm being watched. My pelt crawls, I'm unquiet and scared. I 'm too afraid to face, I do n't desire to, if I do look 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 take in to check off, he 's there, standing over me, his dingy center stare, emotionless, cold like ice. My soundbox is heavy like I 've been drugged. I ca n't be active, my voice hoarse, I ca n't cry out, my weapon system and ramification unable to react. I 'm trapped inside my own body. I start to fall in and out of consciousness. I have no melodic theme how he drugged me but I 'm helpless. I 'm fighting to stick awake maybe if I stay awake he will give up and go away.



I fight against the dead weight of my body, trying to get myself to move. I must feature passed out. I wake to hands against my cutis. They 're cold, I try to move away from his touch but I ca n't. ‘ Oh god, please no !'I cry out inside my question. My lips move, just barely, but there 's no sound. His bridge player cups my tit, I can feel his hand start to warm up up with the link with my skin. His helping hand slide over my skin, over my bosom. beginning one then the other. He 's talking his time. He 's positive I wo n't be able to do anything for a while. I feel him undulate my nipple between his fingers. His mouth hire my nipple between is lips, he moves his natural language around the areola. He holds my nipple between his dentition flicking the tip with his glossa. I lose cognisance again. I 'm not sure how lots prison term passed but I no longer feel his workforce against me. Has he gone ?

I fight to open my eye again, my imagination is blurry I can barely make out anything. For a second I thought he really was gone, that 's when he pulls my panties off. I manage a barely audible, `` No '' but it had no event. He drops my pegleg back against the bed. His manus run over my skin, taking in my thigh, they make their way up to between my leg feeling my reluctant affectionateness. Somehow I find the willpower to get my body to finally make a motion. I scream as I grab his hand, stopping it just short of entering me. I 'm still heavily drugged but manage to hollo at him to get the fuck out.

He 's absolutely storm, `` What the fuck ? '' I manage to sit up, he 's in aggregate 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 reality that I haven't had sex in close to two class starts to set in. `` Fuck me. '' I say.

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

'' nookie me ! '' I slur, `` You came here to fuck me, so fuck me. '' I do n't feel like I 'm in control condition of what I 'm saying. At the same sentence I 'm sitting here telling this raper to come in back and fuck me.

I 'm trying to will myself, crying out, wanting, begging myself to fight and make him leave. None of those news make it through, just the words telling him to do screw me are making it through. I fall into the bed and offer out again. I wake up to his putz penetrating my cunt. He 's thrusting into me. Before he can finish I start to find control of my body again. I sit up and agitate him down onto his backrest, straddle him and originate riding him. I can just puddle out a aspect of shock and pleasure.

'' I did n't, I really was n't expecting this, but I have to take I 'm enjoying this. '' he says. I sit deep and tantalize him hard. It had been so long since I had a man I took good vantage of him. I slide my hips forward and back, my wetness releasing on his abdominal cavity. I moan as I take his workforce and accommodate them against my breasts. I only start to shake my articulatio coxae 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 hurtle against me. He does n't notice or think anything of my manus sliding down the side of my bed. I'm keeping his tending with my pelvic arch. My hand finds what I was looking for. I wait, it wo n't be long now. I feel him mature inside me again, his breath quickens and his soundbox 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 grip tightens against the object in a pocket of my mattress. I present my defensive cat ear knuckle artillery. I total darkness 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 safe spot, this is no longer true.

I woke up to the smell of something foreign, it was making me chilled, it was wet, it felt almost slimy. It took me a while to get the macrocosm to come into focus. My fountainhead is pounding and my mouth dry. I reached for my boozing next to my bed and something hits it before my hand reached its intended target.

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

‘ Wait'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 garish to myself. Something wasn't right field, 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 centre go wide. I see blood, a lot of stock.

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

I see a trail of rake leading out the door. I get up to pull in my panty were missing. They were n't on me nor were they on the floor. `` dogshit, I really liked those scanty. '' My sarcasm was quickly cut off by world. Oh diddley, oh asshole, I realized I was n't dreaming and was drugged, raped, and had attacked person, someone who really was in my habitation.

The rip led me down my hallway blood smeared on the walls. I was careful to stay open of the blood lead, I watched a lot of investigation appearance, I knew not to touch anything.

The blood trail led to my strawman room access, which was locked. Holy fuck, I realized, it 's locked, the fucking door is locked. The fucking bastard had a flaming key ! I checked and my sliding drinking glass door was still locked as well.

I run to my elbow room and grab my phone, I try to telephone dial 9-1-1 but I ca n't, the phone is n't working, somehow I get someone on the assembly line but they think I 'm joking. I sit on my bed freaking out. Should I go to the apartment part and report it ? I 'm too frighten to go outside but I 'm not even safe in my home. 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, someone knocking on my door ? A dream, it was only a aspiration. It felt so real. I check, no rakehell. 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 promontory hurts but it 's clear, for the near part.

The knock comes one Thomas More time followed by a articulation calling out, `` Maintenance ''.

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

I quickly throw on my robe and rush to the door. No rakehell lead, the door is not only locked but the chain of mountains is in place. 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 finisher I get to the door the Thomas More his image starts to fades from my mind.

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 maintenance bozo, 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 woolgather about soul you 've never seen before and until today I would ingest accepted that as true .