STOLEN

At least you hadnt tied me to the bed. I was grateful for that. Victims in films are always tied to bed. Still i couldnt really move. Each time i shifted my body even a little, sick rose in my throat and my head spun. There was a thin sheet over me. I felt like i was in the middle of a fire. I opened my eyes. Everything twisted and turned, beige and blurred. I was in a room. The walls were wood long planks, bolted at the corners. The light hurt my eyes. I couldnt see you. I twisted my head around cautiously, looking. I tasted vomit in my mouth. I swallowed it. My throat was thick and rasping.
I closed my eyes again. Tried breathing deeply. I mentally checked down my body. My arms were there, legs, feet. I wriggled my fingers. All working. I felt down over my stomach. I had a t-shirt on. My legs were bare, my jeans gone. I felt the sheet beside me then rested my hand against the top of my thigh. My skin went hot and sticky almost immediately.
I ran my hand over my boxer and felt through them. I dont know what i thought i would find or even what i was expecting. Maybe blood. Torn flesh. Pain. But there was nothing like that. Had you taken my boxer off? Had you put yourself inside? An if so, why had you bothered to put them back on?
"I havent raped you" I gripped the sheet. Swung my head around. Tried to find you. My eyes still werent seeing properly. You were behind me, I could hear that. I tried pushing myself to the edge of the bed away from you, but my arms werent strong enough. They shook and then collapsed me into the sheets. The blood was pumping through me. I could almost hear my body start to flow and wake up. i tried my voice, managed a whimper. My mouth was against the pillowcase. I heard you somewhere taking a step.
"Your clothes are beside the bed". I flinched at your voice. Where were you? How close? I opened my eyes a little. It didnt hurt too much. Next to the bed, a new pair of jeans were neatly folded on a wooden chair. My coat wast with them. Neither were my shoes. Instead, underneath the chair was a brown pair of leather boots. Lace up and sensible. Not mine.
I could hear you taking steps, coming towards me. I tried curling up, tried to get away. Everything was heavy. Slow but my brain was working and my hear was speeding. I was in a bad place. I knew that much. I didnt know how i'd got there. I didnt know what you'd done to me.
I hear the floorboards creak a couple more times and felt the fear shoot from my chest to my throat. A pair of light brown cargo pants stopped in front of me. My eyes were level with the material between your knees and crotch, level with the reddish dirt stains there. You didnt say anything. I heard my breathing getting faster. I forced my eyes to look up. I didnt stop until i reached your face. My breath faltered for a second then. I dont now why, but i'd had expected you to be someone else. I didnt want the person standing there, beside the bed to be the same face i'd found so attractive at the airport. But you were there alright, the hazel eyes, raven black hair and pointy nose. Only you didnt look beautiful this time. just evil.

Notes

hey sorry for the late update. i was so busy.