I Woke Up in a Puddle of Blood, And It’s Not Mine

I am lying in bed with my eyes closed, I was sleeping, have this overwhelming sensation that I’m being watched. My skin crawls, I’m uneasy and scared. I’m too afraid to look, I don’t want to, if I do look there might be someone there. I’m so afraid to open my eyes, ‘Please don’t be there.” I say to myself. I yield and finally have to check, he’s there, standing over me, his blue eyes stare, emotionless, cold like ice. My body is heavy like I’ve been drugged. I can’t move, my voice hoarse, I can’t cry out, my arms and legs unable to react. I’m trapped inside my own body. I start to fall in and out of consciousness. I have no idea how he drugged me but I’m helpless. I’m fighting to stay awake maybe if I stay awake he will give up and go away.



I fight against the dead weight of my body, trying to get myself to move. I must have passed out. I wake to hands against my skin. They’re cold, I try to move away from his touch but I can’t. ‘Oh god, please no!’ I cry out inside my head. My lips move, just barely, but there’s no sound. His hand cups my breast, I can feel his hand start to warm up with the contact with my skin. His hands slide over my skin, over my breast. First one then the other. He’s talking his time. He’s confident I won’t be able to do anything for a while. I feel him roll my nipple between his fingers. His mouth take my nipple between is lips, he moves his tongue around the areola. He holds my nipple between his teeth flicking the tip with his tongue. I lose consciousness again. I’m not sure how much time passed but I no longer feel his hands against me. Has he gone?

I fight to open my eyes again, my vision is blurry I can barely make out anything. For a moment I thought he really was gone, that’s when he pulls my panties off. I manage a barely audible, “No” but it had no effect. He drops my legs back against the bed. His hands run over my skin, taking in my thighs, they make their way up to between my legs feeling my reluctant warmth. Somehow I find the willpower to get my body to finally move. I scream as I grab his hand, stopping it just short of entering me.