I am lying in bed with my center closed, I was sleeping, have this submerge sensation that I 'm being watched. My skin crawling, I'm nervous and affright. I 'm too afraid to front, I do n't want to, if I do face there might be someone there. I'm so afraid to open my centre, ‘ 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 eyes stare, emotionless, cold like ice. My body is toilsome like I 've been drugged. I ca n't move, my phonation hoarse, I ca n't cry out, my sleeve and legs unable to react. I 'm trapped inside my own body. I start to pass in and out of knowingness. I have no idea how he drugged me but I 'm helpless. I 'm fighting to remain 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 have passed out. I wake to hands against my skin. They 're cold, I try to move away from his touch sensation 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 bridge player loving cup my breast, I can find his hand scratch line to warm up with the impinging with my peel. His bridge player microscope slide over my skin, over my breast. First 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 roll my nipple between his finger's breadth. His mouth take my nipple between is lips, he moves his lingua around the ring of color. He holds my mammilla between his tooth flicking the tip with his tongue. I lose consciousness again. I 'm not for sure how much fourth dimension passed but I no longer feel his hands against me. Has he gone ?

I fight to give my eye again, my imagination is fuzzy I can barely build out anything. For a moment I thought he really was gone, that 's when he pulls my panties off. I manage a barely audible, `` No '' but it had no consequence. 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 wooden leg feeling my reluctant warmth. Somehow I find the willpower to get my organic structure to finally motivate. I scream as I grab his hand, stopping it just short of entering me. I 'm still heavily drugged but manage to cry at him to get the screwing out.

He 's absolutely surprise, `` 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 alone. I start to feel the effects of the drug again.

The realness that I haven't had sex in finis to two year starts to set in. `` ass me. '' I say.

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

'' ass me ! '' I slur, `` You came here to sleep with me, so fuck me. '' I do n't feel like I 'm in controller of what I 'm saying. At the Saame clip I 'm sitting here telling this rapist to fare back and fuck me.

I 'm trying to will myself, crying out, wanting, begging myself to struggle and make him leave. None of those Logos make it through, just the words telling him to come screw me are making it through. I fall into the bed and base on balls out again. I wake up to his rooster penetrating my puss. He 's thrusting into me. Before he can finish I start to regain ascendance of my body again. I sit up and labour him down onto his back, straddle him and set forth riding him. I can just make out a face of shock and pleasure.

'' I did n't, I really was n't expecting this, but I have to hold I 'm enjoying this. '' he says. I sit deep and ride him hard. It had been so long since I had a man I took total advantage of him. I slide my hips forward and back, my wetness releasing on his abdomen. I moan as I take his mitt and maintain them against my breasts. I only start to rock my hips faster before he starts to swell up inside me, the fondness of his hide 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 leg around him and we roll over. He's back to being on top. He continues to push up against me. He does n't notice or think anything of my hand 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 raise inside me again, his hint 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. confusedness took over and for a moment 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 weapon. I black out. I thought I passed out and missed my chance to penalise this man for coming into my home plate, making it no longer find safe. My bed was supposed to be my safe shoes, this is no longer honest.

I woke up to the spirit of something unusual, it was making me chilled, it was wet, it felt almost slimy. It took me a while to get the world to come into nidus. My nous is pounding and my sassing dry. I reached for my drink next to my bed and something striking it before my hand reached its intended target.

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

‘ waiting'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 cheek, it felt loaded and cracked beneath my finger's breadth as I talked to myself. I look down. I gasp, my eyes go all-embracing. I see blood, a lot of blood.

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

I see a trail of blood leading out the threshold. I get up to realize my panties were missing. They were n't on me nor were they on the level. `` Crap, I really liked those panties. '' My sarcasm was quickly cut off by reality. Oh Irish bull, oh shit, I realized I was n't dreaming and was drugged, raped, and had attacked soul, someone who really was in my household.

The rip led me down my hallway blood smeared on the walls. I was careful to persist clean of the stemma trail, I watched a lot of investigation shows, I knew not to stir anything.

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

I run to my room 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 mortal on the line but they think I 'm joking. I sit on my bed freaking out. Should I go to the flat office and account it ? I 'm too scared to go outside but I 'm not even secure in my menage. 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, individual knocking on my door ? A dream, it was only a dream. It felt so rattling. I check, no profligate. 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 head hurts but it 's clear, for the most share.

The rap comes one more sentence followed by a interpreter calling out, `` Maintenance ''.

'' Just a import ! '' I call back. I had completely forgotten maintenance was going to follow by. I check the clock, 7 P.M. variety of belated, I thought to myself.

I quickly throw on my robe and hurry to the doorway. No blood trail, the door is not only locked but the chain is in place. I shrug it off, thank god it was just a dream. ‘ Wyrd though about the man.'I thought since I had never seen him before. The closer I get to the door the Sir Thomas More his range of a function starts to fade from my mind.

I open the threshold and there he was, standing there, the man from my dream. The man who had a key to my apartment, one of the maintenance guy rope, 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 dependable .