Laying there in her own mess, Meg wondered what just happened until she finally rolled off the bed and got her hands untied. She stumbled to the bathroom where she used a wet cloth to clean herself up before she took off her bra and limped back into the bedroom. She didn't even put on a different set of underwear before dressing herself in sweatpants and a hoodie. She picked up the phone and texted her friend Steve to see if he's home, and if she can come over. He instantly replied and told her he'll be home soon and to make her way there.
Meg got into her car and drove to Steve's house, wondering what she was going to do. She felt humiliated, violated, but she couldn't shake the feeling of immense satisfaction. Had she wanted this that bad? She remembered how her body reacted to his rough demeanor; how he handled her, how he took what he wanted and left her lying in a pool of disgrace. The whole scene played in her head over and over as she drove to Steve's place, her pussy getting wet remembering how he choked her while he fucked her helpless pussy.
"Oh my god," Steve gasped when he saw her "I thought you were looking to hang out, but you look rough!"
"Ca-can we talk?" Meg stammered, relief flooding over her.
"Of course," Steve replied, opening his door and gesturing her inside "Tell me everything!"
Meg told him everything. Steve sat there in shock, nodding every once in a while but his face showed that he was overwhelmed with grief and anger.
"Jesus Christ," Steve said in a sad tone "I cant believe you went through that."
"I know," Meg replied with defeat in her voice "I cant believe it myself."
Steve got up and grabbed a bottle of vodka from a cabinet, then he poured two glasses.
"Here," Steve said, placing a glass in front of Meg "This is the least that I can do."
"Thank you," Meg said in a low tone, taking a sip "I just didn't know what to do!"
"You made the right call coming here," Steve replied, drinking his vodka in one swig "Why haven't you called the cops?"
"I think I needed to get it all straight first," Meg said while pouring another glass "You know they always ask for the whole story first in those cop shows."
Meg watched as Steve drank more, his head nodding slowly as he was pondering what she just said. She was grateful he was willing to listen, but she couldn't help feeling excited talking about it out loud. Meg relayed how he dragged her around the apartment first before manhandling her, how he tossed her on the bed and made her his own fuck toy, and she noticed something happening to Steve's eyes. He has the most beautiful brown eyes, but Meg watched as they slowly turned black.
"So you let him take you like that huh?" Steve asked, his tone sounding more menacing.
"What no," Meg replied with desperation in her voice "I was hoping he'd just rob me and leave!"
"But you did nothing," Steve said angrily, taking a swig right out of the vodka bottle "You just laid there like a whore!"
Meg didn't know what was happening, this was not the Steve she knew.
"Steve please," Meg begged "You have to believe I didn't want it!"
"What was your plan huh?" Steve asked, slowly standing up "Come here and get me all fired up?"
