This contains a mildly descriptive rape scene. If this is something you are sensitive to, read at your own risk. It is my story from when I was violated, many years ago.
He had small hands, and they roamed my body deliberately. It seemed innocent enough; massaging my shoulders and upper back. His attentions were a new experience, and unexpected. I melted beneath his gentle touch, lost in a blur of alcohol and emotions. My chair and I became one.
The coke seemed strong for just a soda. It was nasty, but I drank it to be cool. The room spun, and I slumped in the chair. A man stepped from the shadows and I was lifted onto his back with my arms around his neck. Quietly, we returned to the shadows, us three; bathed in the darkness of the future unknown.
I was placed on a rigid mattress. The light from upstairs did little to illuminate the obscurity. They were both there though; I could feel their breath on my skin, taunting my senses with their intentions. My pulse quickened in the fear of their judgements. Helped to a sitting position, I felt the release of my breasts, and my shirt removed. My protections were thrown down without a second thought.
Large hands ease me back to the mattress where I remained – exposed. He made no advances towards me, but his friend’s wet lips found mine as small hands caressed my body. I must have kissed him back because his pelvis pressed firmly against the fabric of my innocence. Pinned by his skinny frame, I tried to pretend it was not happening this way. I was drunk, terrified, and unable to fight back.
Empty eyes watched in anticipation for the action to begin. It was a game. The glimpses I caught made my skin crawl in horror. A grand scheme was displayed on his features, and I was the unsuspecting pawn on the board. Fingers toyed with my jeans and I watched them fly across the room. I felt as if I was floating in water; my body was heavy and muffled voices spoke in deep tones. He rose to his feet and his own pants fell to the floor; he was naked, and so was I.
Flesh against flesh; I could feel him move against me, rhythmically. I felt nothing, but something was being stolen from me and I merely let it happen. I wanted to scream, but a large hand clasped over my mouth without a sound being made. The lights flickered in the on position, and I squinted. He was finished, and I laid there – stunned.
Sweat from the forehead above mine, dripped its salty droplets on my neck. It was far from enticing. I was confused and was not exactly sure what had happened. I had so many questions, but my tongue would not move on my command. The male bodies rose to their feet and stepped away as a blanket flew over my nakedness. I felt very ashamed.
I was carried, once again, from one room to another. Wrapped in scratchy cloth, I was guided up the stairs to the bedroom, and put to bed. For a few hours, I felt safe. For a few hours, I forgot about the basement and the story it had to tell. For a few hours, I dreamt of nothing – and it was a beautiful feeling.