Listening to: Ode to the Red Queen-My Vitriol
Feeling: fragile
Wow its been forever since ive written in this... I don't even know what to say... I'll just put the random stuff I write in here i guess...whether it's negative (most of it is) or not...
The conversation started with a simple hello. Soon it grew into a friendly "What was your name again?" From there it went downhill, way downhill. As the sun made its way behind the mountains, they sat on the floor. Out of boredom she asked a very abrupt question, not expecting the answer she got.
"Would you fuck me?" she said as she laughed at the thought. His face showed no signs of amusement. Without hesitation he leaned forward and kissed her. She backed away before he could move any closer, and finally reached the wall, so she could not move any farther. He quickly advanced on her and held her in his arms, refusing to let go. Her mind was racing and her hands her shaking. She was unaware of how he would react to such a question, and immediately regretted asking. Unable to escape from his grasp she stopped fighting and calmed down just enough to allow her brain to work. There was only one problem; he was stronger than she was, so even if she thought of a way to escape, she would not be able to. Suddenly he forced her to the ground and began to undress her. Crying and shaking with fear, she screamed and kicked with everything she had, but it was no use. He had her pinned to the floor, almost unable to move. He quickly undid his pants, giving her a small chance of escape, but as she started to get up he regained his focus on her. There was nothing more she could do. The sharp pain, almost as if she had been injected with a needle as thick as her finger, ran through her. She was vulnerable and completely naked, as he continued this criminal act.
With a sudden burst of strength she kicked with perfect aim and was released from his suffocating grip. Without hesitation she kicked him in the face, grabbed her clothes, and ran with incredible speed out of the door and into the night. The last thing she heard was the angry yell of her predator, as his prey escaped him.
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