I am lying in bed with my eyes closed, I was sleeping, have this overmaster sensation that I 'm being watched. My skin Australian crawl, I'm uneasy and scared. I 'm too afraid to reckon, I do n't require to, if I do look there might be someone there. I'm so afraid to spread my optic, ‘ Please do n't be there."I say to myself. I yield and finally have to check, he 's there, standing over me, his blueing centre stare, emotionless, cold like ice. My body is heavy like I 've been drugged. I ca n't move, my vocalization hoarse, I ca n't cry out, my arms and peg ineffectual to react. I 'm trammel inside my own dead body. I start to fall in and out of knowingness. I have no idea how he drugged me but I 'm helpless. I 'm fighting to last out awake maybe if I stay awake he will give up and go away.



I fight against the deadened free weight of my trunk, trying to get myself to run. I must take passed out. I wake to hands against my pelt. They 're stale, I try to motivate away from his sense of touch but I ca n't. ‘ Oh god, please no !'I cry out inside my point. My lips move, just barely, but there 's no sound. His hand cups my breast, I can sense his manus start to warm up with the contact with my tegument. His hands slideway over my skin, over my chest. kickoff one then the other. He 's talking his time. He 's confident I wo n't be able-bodied to do anything for a while. I feel him roll my pap between his fingers. His oral cavity require my tit between is lips, he moves his tongue around the areola. He holds my nipple between his teeth flicking the tip with his spit. I lose consciousness again. I 'm not for certain how a good deal time passed but I no longer feel his mitt against me. Has he gone ?

I fight to spread out my eyes again, my vision is muzzy I can barely make out anything. For a moment 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 hands run over my skin, taking in my thighs, they make their way up to between my legs feeling my reluctant warmth. Somehow I find the willpower to get my body to finally propel. I scream as I grab his mitt, stopping it just short of entering me. I 'm still heavily drugged but manage to call at him to get the fuck out.

He 's absolutely surprised, `` What the shag ? '' I manage to sit up, he 's in number electric shock, I should n't be conscious let alone moving. He backs up and goes to allow for. I start to sense the upshot of the drug again.

The reality that I haven't had sex in close to two eld 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 fuck me, so fuck me. '' I do n't find like I 'm in ascendency of what I 'm saying. At the Saami time I 'm sitting here telling this rapist to come back and fuck me.

I 'm trying to will myself, crying out, wanting, begging myself to fight and make him leave. None of those wrangle make it through, just the intelligence telling him to descend chicane me are making it through. I fall into the bed and pas out again. I wake up to his cock penetrating my pussycat. He 's thrusting into me. Before he can finish up I start to regain control of my body again. I sit up and push him down onto his backbone, straddle him and start riding him. I can just make out a smell of electric shock and joy.

'' I did n't, I really was n't expecting this, but I have to take I 'm enjoying this. '' he says. I sit mystifying and bait him hard. It had been so long since I had a man I took wax advantage of him. I slide my hip forward and back, my wetness releasing on his abdomen. I moan as I take his hands and admit them against my breasts. I only start to rock 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 peg around him and we roll over. He's back to being on top. He continues to thrust against me. He does n't remark or intend anything of my mitt sliding down the side of my bed. I'm keeping his attention with my hips. 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 breath quickens and his consistency 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. confusion took over and for a second he forgot he was about to cum.

My clasp tightens against the object in a pocket of my mattress. I present my defensive cat ear knuckle arm. I pitch-black out. I thought I passed out and missed my opportunity to punish this man for coming into my dwelling, making it no longer experience condom. My bed was supposed to be my safe stead, this is no longer true.

I woke up to the feeling of something strange, it was making me chill, it was wet, it felt almost slimy. It took me a patch to get the world to come into focus. My head is pounding and my sassing dry. I reached for my drink next to my bed and something smasher it before my handwriting reached its intended target.

'' What the ... `` mental confusion takes over. I lift my bridge player only to see red. I quickly look into my body thinking this was my blood, that I 'd hurt 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 ass '' I say out loud to myself. Something wasn't right, I reached up and touched the skin on my face, it felt pixilated and cracked beneath my finger's breadth as I talked to myself. I look down. I gasp, my heart go wide. I see blood, a lot of blood.

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

I see a trail of blood leading out the doorway. I get up to actualise my step-in 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 realness. Oh dirt, oh turd, I realized I was n't dreaming and was drugged, raped, and had attacked someone, someone who really was in my home.

The origin led me down my hallway line smeared on the rampart. I was careful to stay clear of the blood line track, I watched a lot of investigating shows, I knew not to touch anything.

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

I run to my room and catch my phone, I try to telephone dial 9-1-1 but I ca n't, the headphone is n't working, somehow I get someone on the line but they think I 'm joking. I sit on my bed freaking out. Should I go to the apartment federal agency and report it ? I 'm too scared to go outside but I 'm not even condom in my abode. I try dialing for the constabulary 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 room access ? A dream, it was only a dreaming. It felt so real number. I check, no blood. I hear the bash 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 make, for the nearly parting.

The knock comes one to a greater extent clock time followed by a voice calling out, `` sustenance ''.

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

I quickly throw on my robe and hurry to the door. No profligate track, the threshold is not only locked but the Sir Ernst Boris Chain is in office. 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 more his image starts to fade from my creative thinker.

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 maintenance guys, one I 'd never seen before today, he was new and just started, today was his kickoff day.

I know the dominion that you ca n't woolgather about mortal you 've never seen before and until today I would consume accepted that as true .