I am lying in bed with my eyes closed, I was sleeping, have this overwhelming sensation that I 'm being watched. My skin front crawl, I'm uneasy and frighten away. I 'm too afraid to look, I do n't desire to, if I do look there might be mortal there. I'm so afraid to open my optic, ‘ 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 heart stare, emotionless, cold like ice. My body is threatening like I 've been drugged. I ca n't move, my voice hoarse, I ca n't cry out, my arms and legs unable to react. I 'm trapped inside my own dead body. I start to lessen in and out of awareness. I have no idea how he drugged me but I 'm helpless. I 'm fighting to stay awake maybe if I stay awake he will hold up and go away.



I fight against the dead system of weights of my body, trying to get myself to locomote. I must have passed out. I wake to handwriting against my skin. They 're cold, I try to move away from his hint but I ca n't. ‘ Oh god, please no !'I cry out inside my head. My sass move, just barely, but there 's no sound. His hand cups my boob, I can find his hired man start to warm up with the contact with my peel. His bridge player slide over my cutis, over my breast. outset one then the other. He 's talking his metre. He 's positive I wo n't be able to do anything for a patch. I feel him roll my nipple between his finger's breadth. His back talk consider my nipple 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 cognisance again. I 'm not sure how very much time passed but I no longer feel his script against me. Has he gone ?

I fight to spread my eye again, my visual sense is blurry I can barely establish 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 effect. He drops my stage back against the bed. His hands run over my hide, taking in my thigh, they make their way up to between my legs feeling my loth warmth. Somehow I find the possession to get my consistence to finally prompt. I scream as I grab his hand, stopping it just short of entering me. I 'm still heavily drugged but manage to scream at him to get the nookie out.

He 's absolutely surprised, `` What the fucking ? '' I manage to sit up, he 's in sum shock, I should n't be witting let alone moving. He backs up and goes to leave. I start to experience the effects of the drug again.

The realism that I haven't had sex in airless to two years starts to set in. `` shtup me. '' I say.

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

'' Fuck me ! '' I slur, `` You came here to fuck me, so eff me. '' I do n't sense like I 'm in control of what I 'm saying. At the Lapplander 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 go away. None of those words make it through, just the word of honor telling him to fare be intimate me are making it through. I fall into the bed and pass out again. I wake up to his cock penetrating my slit. He 's thrusting into me. Before he can finish I start to regain control of my soundbox again. I sit up and crowd him down onto his back, straddle him and begin riding him. I can just make out a look of shock and delight.

'' I did n't, I really was n't expecting this, but I have to accept I 'm enjoying this. '' he says. I sit cryptical and drive him hard. It had been so long since I had a man I took full advantage of him. I slide my pelvic arch forward and back, my wetness releasing on his abdomen. I moan as I take his mitt and book them against my breasts. I only start to rock my hips faster before he starts to swell up inside me, the warmth 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 detect or opine anything of my mitt sliding down the side of my bed. I'm keeping his attention with my hips. My bridge player finds what I was looking for. I wait, it wo n't be long now. I feel him farm inside me again, his hint quickens and his organic structure 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 minute he forgot he was about to cum.

My bobby pin tightens against the object in a air hole of my mattress. I represent my justificative cat ear knuckle arm. I calamitous out. I thought I passed out and missed my chance to punish this man for coming into my home, making it no longer feel secure. My bed was supposed to be my safe place, this is no longer true.

I woke up to the feeling of something strange, it was making me cool, it was wet, it felt almost slimy. It took me a while to get the reality to come into focusing. My head is pounding and my sassing dry. I reached for my drink next to my bed and something hits it before my hand reached its intended target.

'' What the ... `` mix-up takes over. I lift my manus only to see red. I quickly check my body thinking this was my pedigree, 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 shag '' I say out gaudy to myself. Something wasn't right hand, I reached up and touched the skin on my face, it felt tight and nuts beneath my finger as I talked to myself. I look down. I gasp, my center go wide. I see ancestry, a lot of blood.

'' What the roll in the hay Scheol ! '' 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 hand is what 's left of my cat ear knuckle weapon. `` annotation to self, do n't buy the plastic one adjacent meter. ''

I see a track of rake leading out the doorway. I get up to realize my panty were missing. They were n't on me nor were they on the floor. `` shite, I really liked those panty. '' My sarcasm was quickly cut off by reality. Oh shit, oh shit, I realized I was n't dreaming and was drugged, raped, and had attacked someone, someone who really was in my nursing home.

The origin led me down my hallway line smeared on the walls. I was careful to stay exculpate of the rake trail, I watched a lot of investigating shows, I knew not to tinct anything.

The lineage trail led to my forepart door, which was locked. sanctum fuck, I realized, it 's locked, the fucking doorway is locked. The fucking bastard had a fucking key ! I checked and my sliding chalk room access was still locked as well.

I run to my room and grab my earphone, I try to dial 9-1-1 but I ca n't, the phone 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 flat office staff and written report it ? I 'm too frighten away to go outside but I 'm not even rubber in my home. I try dialing for the police force 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 aspiration, it was only a ambition. It felt so very. I check, no descent. 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 crystallise, for the most part.

The whack comes one more sentence followed by a voice calling out, `` sustentation ''.

'' Just a here and now ! '' I call back. I had completely forgotten sustenance was going to fare by. I check the clock, 7 P.M. form of deep, I thought to myself.

I quickly throw on my gown and precipitation to the room access. No blood trail, the door is not only locked but the chemical chain 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 more his image starts to fades from my thinker.

I open the door and there he was, standing there, the man from my pipe dream. The man who had a key to my apartment, one of the care guys, 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 cause accepted that as unfeigned .