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A strange feeling stirred Natasha.
She struggled to open her eyes, but they felt like they were sealed closed with glue. She felt something pressing down over her mouth and chin. Natasha was groggy and unable to move her arms or legs. Searing hot pain radiated from her head to her toes and black dots littered her vision. Everything was blurry.
The bed was moving in a thrusting motion. Shivering, she realized the unthinkable. He pinned her arms over her head while attempting to remove her clothing. She felt his hands all over her body groping, pinching and feeling her.
She began to scream. “No, please stop. Please don’t do this.” She tried to get him off her. She wiggled her wrists, but they were bound together and pinned over her head.
The man then rolled her over onto her stomach, unable to get her jeans down, he ripped her shirt, snatched opened her legs and settled in between.
Natasha wailed, “Oh God, no, please. Stop it. Oh God, please stop it.”
The more she screamed, the more he seemed to enjoy it. He put his face to hers and said, “This is just the beginning.”
Natasha continued fighting against him with all her might. His weight was suffocating her. “Please stop. I can’t breathe.”
The man laughed and grinned at her showing his yellowed chipped teeth.
Natasha screamed louder and prayed for someone to interrupt this madman.
He placed a meaty hand over her mouth. “Shut up before I cut you into pieces.”
Natasha opened her mouth and bit down as hard as she could on his hand.
He yelped like a puppy while trying to shake loose.
Natasha clamped her jaws tighter hoping to bite off a chunk of his hand.
“Let me go.”
She felt a stinging sensation when he slapped her.
Natasha didn’t budge.
He slapped her again. She didn’t move.
He sat down in her stomach attempting to cut off her air.
Natasha tried to yank down on the ropes which pinned her hands over her head. Her triceps burned from the friction. She turned her head and inhaled sharply through her nose refusing to give in.
She heard him grunt, and then yelp again.
Natasha heard a loud bang as the door flew open, bringing with it a chill on the wind.
The creep was forcibly pulled off her.
Natasha pulled her legs up, gathering her body in a fetal position.
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Natasha sat in the dirty bathtub with her teeth chattering and legs shaking. She had rubbed her body raw with the piece of a washcloth they threw at her. She allowed her head to fall back against the porcelain tile while the cold, cloudy water chilled her broken soul.
Why me, Lord?
She gathered the remnants of the fortitude remaining and made a decision. She would escape or die trying.