Me: Fisher was touching me. He had a hold of my waist. He followed me for a sec, but I lost him. I’m ready to go home.
Kaylee: Gross. Yeah, let’s go. Stay where you are, and I’ll come to you.
Me: ’Kay.
I take another sip of my drink and lay my head back. Either I’ve gotten too hot or I drank more than I thought because I’m starting to get dizzy. Kaylee needs to hurry up because it’s getting worse.
“Enjoying your night?” I hear a voice say. I don’t even have to open my eyes to know that it’s Fisher.
Suddenly, my mind is racing, but I can’t straighten my thoughts out. There is a realization sweeping over me. There’s a good possibility that it was Fisher that I ran into in the dark. That combined with my sudden dizzy spell and now Fisher approaching me, I fear that I have fucked up big-time. They clearly told me not to drink anything if I wasn’t sure if it had been messed with.
I go to stand up, and I sway heavily. I’ve had a few shots, but I can handle that. There’s no reason I should be this unsteady. Not unless… fuck, he put something in my drink. My vision is blurry, but I can see a grin on his face as he gets closer to me.
“Go away,” I slur.
“Oh, what kind of gentleman would I be if I left you here drunk and vulnerable?” he says as he puts his arm around my waist.
“S-stop it,” I mumble. I put my hands on his chest and try to push away from him, but he’s tightened his grip, and he sweeps my legs out from underneath me. My head drops and I can hardly keep my eyes open. The world is spinning, but I don’t know what direction I’m moving. I can’t tell if I’m actually moving or if he is walking with me.
Fuck, this is bad. In my head I am fighting him, but I don’t think I actually am. I don’t even think that my eyes are open. Everything is dark and it feels like there are weights on my eyelids. I find myself dozing off unwillingly. No matter how much I try to force myself to stay awake and to open my eyes, I can’t.
My body feels weird, and I can’t pinpoint why until Fisher’s voice breaks through the haze. “Let’s see what other secrets you have, little slut,” he says.
I’m suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that I’m naked. I am lying on the floor, I think. It feels like a mat of some sort. I force my eyes open as soon as I feel hands on my thigh. “Stop,” I choke out when I see Fisher with his dick out. I kick at him with all the energy that I can muster up.
“Ooo. I do like it when they fight,” he laughs and straddles my body. He grabs my wrist, but I try to pull my arms free. He laughs again and holds them above my head. I’m still so weak from whatever the fuck he drugged me with, and I’m fairly certain that I’m crying. I can’t think straight in my body is not responding to what I’m telling it to do. Half the words that I think that I’m saying I don’t think are coming out audibly.
Fisher spreads my legs and chuckles. Fuck. The piercing. That sick fuck is about to hyperfocus on it. “What do we have here, little slut?” he asks as he twists it, making my body contort and I groan.
“Stop,” I mumble. I try to close my legs, but he shoves his knees between mine to force my legs apart. I drift away again even though I’m trying like hell to wake myself up to find the energy to fight him.
I come back when I feel him shove himself inside of me. He is inches from my face as he thrusts hard. He’s not big, but all but the friction of him shoving himself into me when I’m dry sends a wave of pain through my abdomen.
I cry out in pain, but he chuckles as he covers my mouth and slams into me again and again. He isn’t letting up and the pain is getting worse. My mumbles are pleas for him to stop, but he doesn’t. It seems to go on forever, but time is moving so slowly that it’s realistically just a few minutes of him furiously pumping himself into me.
He suddenly uncovers my mouth before wrapping his hands around my throat and squeezing. All the effects of the drugs that he slipped me quickly disappear and my body allows me to fight him but not enough. Stars fill my vision, and everything is blurrier than it already was. His groans are loud. He’s going to fucking kill me if he doesn’t stop. I keep slapping at him but it’s not enough. He won’t stop and everything begins to tunnel. The last thing I remember before the world goes dark is his loud moan as he comes.
“Ma’am?” I hear a man with a thick southern accent say. I’m trying to force my eyes open, but I can’t.
“Holy fuck. Is she dead?” another man says.
“She’s not dead. Shut the fuck up,” the southern man says. “I think someone raped her. She has blood all over her thighs.”
“Untie her before she wakes up. She shouldn’t wake up like that,” another voice says. “Someone cover her up with something. Here…” Something is laid over my body and I groan.
“Can you hear me?” the southern man asks. “Miss? Can you hear me? You’re gonna be okay.”
My eyes flutter open but I immediately squeeze them shut and start crying when I see a group of guys looking at me.
“Give her some space. Don’t crowd her,” the southern man says. “What’s your name, Miss?”
“Alice,” I whisper. I feel the restraints on my wrist disappear, but someone has my hands in theirs
“Here, sit up so we can get this shirt on you, okay?” I want to fight him whenever he sits me up, but the logical side of my brain is yelling at me that he’s trying to help.
He puts on a T-shirt that is entirely too big on me before scooping me up in his arms. “P-Please don’t hurt me,” I whisper through my tears.
“I won’t hurt you. I promise, Miss Alice. I’m just taking you somewhere, so you don’t have a bunch of people starin’ at you,” he says. “Open the door.”