Her hands quivered lightly at the beat of her weak stomach.
She looked around the room as the sound of typing echoed through her ears. She looked at the Detective’s stern expression as he put her recount onto the screen.
As he listened to her story,he looked into her eyes.
She saw a flicker of sympathy strike across his face like lightening as she softly spoke of her experience with the dark.
A single tear wet her cheek as the vision of memory in her head almost turned to reality.
As she talked deep into her story, her mind lead the way to the blurry memory of that day. It was sunny, her mother’s voice echoed in her head fading in and out.
She was to meet an acquaintance in a city far from her home, but so beautiful. Excitement rattled in her stomach among the butterflies as she awaited his presence at the meeting place.
Tall, dark and handsome; big brown eyes with a tanned chiseled body.
He emerged from around a corner and happiness filled her expression as she was so glad to see her old friend.
The happiness faded to mystery- he had changed somehow..but hardly noticeable. His tone created a shadow over her longing to see him.
He lead her into a feeling of darkness..she felt as if something was wrong.
She swatted away her black thoughts and began to enjoy the meeting of two friends.
Nothing crossed her mind as she accompanied him to the nearest bathroom..
Nothing crossed her mind as she waited outside patiently..
A raging beast grabbed her and threw her into a hole of fear.
As he forced her into the tight cubicle, she heard her brain screaming “DANGER” but no sound came out of her mouth.
Reflex- she fought back, his chest thumped as she punched it, his rage increased.
Defending her body.
Defending her soul.
A blow to the head made a shot of pain break out from her nerves, as she was forced to bend over.
She looked down at the toilet seat, white smooth plastic flickered in her site as her eyes were glazed over with pain and fear.
A force struck her inside, he held her throat from behind.
Pinning her down, she felt sharp fingernails pierce her back.
She sobbed and panicked as he smiled and thrusted.
Breaking and entering, no consent.
He ripped her soul out of her body and rubbed it violently in the mud.
Then handed it back to her with every thrust.
A single orgasm was all he needed..but why snatch?
The visions from that day faded as the walls of the interview room of the police station came into focus.
The look on the detective’s face made her want to take her own life away.The embarrassment, and shame of the horrible recount pounded through her red cheeks.
Tears of sadness and trauma streaked her cheeks as she sipped from the plastic cup of tasteless water.
The detective leaned towards her and told her that she was going to be ok.



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