I am lying in bed with my center closed, I was sleeping, have this overpowering sensation that I 'm being watched. My peel crawls, I'm unquiet and scared. I 'm too afraid to seem, I do n't want to, if I do look there might be somebody there. I'm so afraid to unfold my eyes, ‘ Please do n't be there."I say to myself. I yield and finally have to see, he 's there, standing over me, his blue angel eyes stare, emotionless, cold like ice. My trunk is sound like I 've been drugged. I ca n't move, my vox hoarse, I ca n't cry out, my arms and legs unable to react. I 'm trapped inside my own body. I start to flow in and out of knowingness. I have no idea how he drugged me but I 'm helpless. I 'm fighting to persist awake maybe if I stay awake he will give up and go away.



I fight against the idle weight unit of my body, trying to get myself to move. I must have passed out. I wake to handwriting against my skin. They 're cold, I try to displace away from his skin senses but I ca n't. ‘ Oh god, delight no !'I cry out inside my heading. My lips move, just barely, but there 's no sound. His hand cup my chest, I can feel his hand start to warm up with the contact with my pelt. His bridge player slide over my skin, over my titty. First one then the early. He 's talking his time. He 's sure-footed I wo n't be able to do anything for a while. I feel him cast my pap between his fingerbreadth. His mouth take my mamilla between is lips, he moves his tongue around the areola. He holds my nipple between his teeth flicking the tip with his tongue. I lose consciousness again. I 'm not sure how often time passed but I no longer feel his custody against me. Has he gone ?

I fight to open my heart again, my sight is bleary I can barely have out anything. For a moment I thought he really was gone, that 's when he pulls my panties off. I manage a barely hearable, `` No '' but it had no effect. He drops my pegleg back against the bed. His work force run over my skin, taking in my thighs, they make their way up to between my ramification feeling my reluctant passion. Somehow I find the willpower to get my body to finally go. I scream as I grab his bridge player, stopping it just short of entering me. I 'm still heavily drugged but manage to yell at him to get the roll in the hay out.

He 's absolutely surprised, `` What the screw ? '' 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 effects of the drug again.

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

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

'' Fuck me ! '' I slur, `` You came here to eff me, so fuck me. '' I do n't experience like I 'm in control of what I 'm saying. At the same clock time I 'm sitting here telling this rapist to get back and fuck me.

I 'm trying to will myself, crying out, wanting, begging myself to agitate and get him get out. None of those tidings make it through, just the words telling him to make out bang me are making it through. I fall into the bed and pass out again. I wake up to his cock penetrating my pussy. He 's thrusting into me. Before he can finish I start to regain controller of my body again. I sit up and push him down onto his back, straddle him and lead off riding him. I can just make out a aspect of shock and pleasure.

'' 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 turn on him hard. It had been so tenacious since I had a man I took full advantage of him. I slide my hips forward and back, my wetness releasing on his abdomen. I moan as I take his bridge player and hold them against my tit. I only start to sway 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 wooden leg around him and we roll over. He's back to being on top. He continues to hurl against me. He does n't point out or think anything of my manus sliding down the side of my bed. I'm keeping his aid with my hips. My hand finds what I was looking for. I wait, it wo n't be long now. I feel him originate inside me again, his breathing place quickens and his eubstance starts to strain 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 moment he forgot he was about to cum.

My clutch tightens against the aim in a pocket of my mattress. I pose my defensive cat ear knuckle weapon system. I black out. I thought I passed out and pretermit my chance to punish this man for coming into my household, making it no longer feel safety. My bed was supposed to be my safe place, this is no longer true.

I woke up to the flavor of something unknown, it was making me cool, it was wet, it felt almost slimy. It took me a while to get the Earth to occur into centering. My drumhead is pounding and my mouth dry. I reached for my drink next to my bed and something hitting it before my hand reached its intend fair game.

'' What the ... `` Confusion takes over. I lift my hand only to see red. I quickly tick off my dead body thinking this was my profligate, that I 'd spite 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 loud to myself. Something wasn't right, I reached up and touched the pelt on my boldness, it felt compressed and break through beneath my finger as I talked to myself. I look down. I gasp, my eye go extensive. I see blood, a lot of blood.

'' What the roll in the hay Inferno ! '' I shoot up, oh my caput. It 's still blurry, throbbing. `` It was just a pipe dream. It was all a ambition wasn't it ? What the underworld happened ? '' I look around. On my bridge player is what 's left of my cat ear knuckle weapon. `` Note to self, do n't buy the plastic one side by side prison term. ''

I see a track of pedigree leading out the door. I get up to realise my panty were missing. They were n't on me nor were they on the floor. `` poop, I really liked those pantie. '' My sarcasm was quickly cut off by reality. Oh shit, oh dickhead, I realized I was n't dreaming and was drugged, raped, and had attacked someone, someone who really was in my abode.

The blood led me down my hallway line smeared on the walls. I was thrifty to quell clearly of the origin trail, I watched a lot of investigating display, I knew not to contact anything.

The blood lead led to my front threshold, which was locked. sanctum fuck, I realized, it 's locked, the fucking door is locked. The fucking prick had a fucking key ! I checked and my sliding glass door was still locked as well.

I run to my way 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 individual on the strain 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 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 dreaming, it was only a dream. It felt so real. I check, no blood. 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 head hurts but it 's clear, for the near office.

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

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

I quickly throw on my robe and hastiness to the door. No blood trail, the door is not only locked but the Ernst Boris Chain is in place. I shrug it off, thank god it was just a aspiration. ‘ Weird though about the man.'I thought since I had never seen him before. The closer I get to the door the more his image starts to fades from my mind.

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

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