At some point, I passed out in the car. I could feel that I was lying down on something soft, and I was covered up. I squeezed my eyes shut as I recall the attack, trying to listen for any sign of movement around me. When it remains silent, I peek my eyes open, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light coming through the window.
I was tucked into a large, soft bed next to a wide window. The room was mostly empty beside the weirdly well-made bed, an ornate chest, and the closet.
I can hear his voice in the back of my mind, all the words he spit at me while he took what he wanted from me.
And I didn't fight it.
I could feel the burning pain and soreness throughout my lower body, and I tried to stretch carefully before sitting up. My throat was wrapped in a thin leather collar, a heavy lock hanging from it and weighing against my skin.
I couldn't stop replaying everything in my head. I felt like I could still feel him inside me, no matter how many times I shook my head out and tried to focus on the current moment. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't hear the footsteps approaching the door until the knob creaked and the door opened.
He stood there, the light of the day finally letting me see his face.
Holy shit. I knew his voice was familiar. I knew those eyes.
The man standing before me, my rapist, was a man I had seen nearly every day since I started my job at the shop seven months ago. I want to cower in the corner and hide from Michael - someone I used to anticipate seeing every morning - but there's a part of me buzzing with warmth at the phantom sensations inside me. I can see his smile in the back of my mind; I can almost smell the coffee in the air as we would chat away, other customers bustling between us during the morning rush -
- But looking at him now, all I can think about is how thick his cock was as he pumped his cum into me.
As he closes the door behind him, my blood begins to race in fear. As if I was pulled out of a trance, I shoot up and push myself back to sit up against the wall, curling into myself only a little, and I watch him carefully. I know what he's capable of doing if I upset him, and I try to keep myself calm to avoid upsetting him.
"Good morning, baby." He sighs into the words, a slow smile spreading over his lips. His dimples show as he leans in to brush my hair out of my face, and he slowly moves to sit on the edge of the bed beside me. "I'm sorry I had to be so rough last night. You understand that I did what I had to, right? To make you mine?"
I stare at him, shame boiling inside me as my legs clench together only slightly, a warmth stirring inside.
When I show no response, he sighs. Settling next to me, he grips my arm tightly and pulls me into his side so I'm forced to lean my head on his shoulder. His warmth is strangely welcome, as is the scent of his cologne still lingering on his neck, even while his grip tightens painfully.
"I knew I had to show you what you needed. I was afraid I'd missed you at first... but I'd know your smell anywhere." He speaks as though this is normal, as if we're chatting about the weather. His fingers brush my arm as he moves his hand down to wrap around my waist.
