"Don't have too much fun without me!" I exclaim as I hop out of my seat, beginning to walk away from the table. Sitting all evening long, the alcohol rushes to my head as my feet hit the ground. 'Whoa' I think to myself as I try to gain my composure. Letting my red heels click on the old dirty bar floor as I exit the building.
The cold spring night's air sends a chill through my body. Taking my jacket off my goose bump covered arms, I slide it around and onto my back, letting my arms slide into the sleeves. Leaving it undone as I do not want to catch my black dress fabric in the zipper, that stupid zipper always being so fussy. My journey home begins, only living a 20 minute walk away from the night scene, it always allows me to save money on transportation after having a few too many to drink. That was an understatement for tonight though.
The streets are oddly quiet for being a Friday night. This city always feels like it is lively and ready to take on anything, at least that is how it makes me feel. 'Ouch' my mind springs out of thought as my red high heels begin to hurt my feet. Never being one for wearing them, but they allow my long legs to shine. Sighing softly, I continue my journey home.
I am a decent looking lady. Looking my age, 23, getting carded half the time at restaurants. Long brown hair that tends to be wavy or out of my face. My eye color is a bit darker than my hair, but my eyes have always been said to be large and 'innocent.' Lips are full and tend to be painted red, loving the way it makes them pop even more. Body not petite, but not too much to handle. My breasts being my best asset at a C cup, but also able to fill out a D quite comfortably.
Each step sends a rush of pain through the back of my heels, knowing the shoes have begun to rub and I will pay for my shoe choice for the next week. Stopping for a moment as I take a deep breath, determined to make it home without paying for a taxi, knowing I already spent too much money on drinks tonight. As I stand there, I cannot help but feel eyes on me. Turning my head back as I see a dark figure behind me. 'Is he following me?' I quickly think but shakes my head. The city is too full of people for one person to notice me. Taking in another deep breath, I build up the strength to continue my walk home, but slowing down in my pace.
As I slow down, I am sure the person behind me would pass by. Peeking behind me, I see them more clearly. A man, tall, larger build, wearing all dark clothes. My heart begins to race in my chest. 'I am overthinking this, everything is fine. I am fine. Just keep walking, get home, you will be okay,' I tell myself. My hand reaching into my purse, gripping my keys. Letting them lace between my fingers to easily become accessible incase needed for my defence.
As I peek behind once more, the man is gone. An instant feeling of relief washing over my body. Letting the keys tumble back into my purse as I am almost home. Not even noticing the pain of the blisters forming on my heels anymore. I reach my apartment door that enters from the main street, reaching for the keys in my purse once again. I pull them out and slide them in the lock, turning it. As the door swings open, I feel something, someone, press up against me.
'H...' I go to scream, but as the word starts escaping my lips, I feel a hand against my mouth. Pressing hard as my screams turn into mumbles and muffled sounds trying to escape. My body gets pushed forwards as I step forward into the apartment. The door slamming behind me as I begin to struggle. My body squirming and elbows slamming into the sturdy body behind me. Feeling the man's sized grip holding me tightly and not letting go. My eyes begin to swell with tears as I whimper against his hand. Trying to fight my way out of his grasp but failing with every attempt I make.
"If you quiet down, I would not have to be so rough with you" a man's voice, sends chills through my body.
The voice sounds deep and raspy, not the voice of a young man. A man between his late 30s to early 40s from the sounds of it. 'But what does he look like? Who is he? Why is he here? What does he want with me?' Thoughts running through my head as I cannot help but stop fighting his grasp, my body becoming tired of fighting and needing a breath of fresh air without his hand on my mouth.
His grip still tight on my body but his hand falling from my mouth, the hand that nearly covered my lower face. Gasping for fresh air, I let out a whimper as I attempt to turn my head back to see who has me in their arms.
Before I can turn my face enough to see more than a black hood of a sweater on top of a head, I feel my jacket being ripped from my body.
"Stop!" I plead. My wiggling only helps him remove the fabric from my now bare arms. Only my black dress to keep my body covered from his prying eyes and creeping hands.
As the jacket falls to the floor, I feel a soft but tight feeling on my wrists. 'W...wait is he tying my wrists together?' My mind screams at me as I try to pull away with all the energy I have left in my body. But it was too late, feeling him pull the tie tight as my wrists pull together. A rush of pain being sent against my skin as I whimper.
"P...please. I don't know what you want with me. But I promise to make you happy. I have money. I can give you as much money as you want, just please let me go." I beg. Not one to beg often, but my submissive nature coming through as I try to find a way out the situation.
All I hear for a response is a laugh. A laugh that is mocking my sounds of desperation. 'How dare he,' I think as the embarrassment rushes through my now red cheeks. Pulling away from him, feeling his hands slip from the rope. Turning around to face my predator.
"You?" I exclaim. My eyes open wide and all my words escape my mind as I see the familiar face. I have seen this man almost every day. He makes me my morning coffee before I go to work. He has listened to my quick rants about how my job has been so draining. Listened to my playful banter in the mornings after my first sip of coffee.
I have always found this man attractive. He is tall, has black hair with some grey running through it. Always wore black jeans with a well fitted white shirt on top. Wearing the same clothes with a black hooded sweater tonight.
"Why are you doing this?" I ask, my voice shakes as I begin to back up. Feeling myself press against the cold and bare wall behind my back and tied wrists. Gasping as I feel the cold sensation against my fairly bare skin.
"Are you kidding me?" He barks down as his steps make the floor almost shake under my feet as he comes in closer. "You are such an ignorant bitch. You should know why I am here. You're flirting with me at my work, smiling at me every day, and not to mention the clothes you wear. I need to have a taste of you."
