I walked slowly out of the Clark County Police Department, the sunlight making me blink as it set over the horizon, glinting on all the cars in the nearly empty parking lot. My ears were still ringing thanks to that ass, Nick Stokes, who had decided to do a test fire before I'd had a chance to put on my ear defenders. I scowled and glared at the building I had just left, the smoked glass doors dark in the fading light. I turned back, pulling my car keys out of my bag and sighing with relief at the thought of the rest I was soon going to get. I started walking, the concrete hard beneath my feet when suddenly something grabbed me from behind and slammed me to the floor. I lay on the ground, winded, hearing footsteps come up behind me. A sudden, irrational fear overtook me, screaming at me to run. I scrambled to my feet, reeling and trying to get my breath back, pain blossoming in my side. I lurched around, tripping over someone's hand and dropped to the floor again. Strong hands grabbed me and pinned me to the ground, so sudden I couldn't even scream. A hand covered my mouth, causing me to breathe through my nose, so that I couldn't even try to scream without wasting my breath, and who knew how many of those I had left now? The hands released me, allowing me to curl up into the foetal position, drawing my knees up to my chest as I drew in ragged breaths. Each breath teased out a ragged whimper from my lips as pain stabbed across my side. A hand covered my mouth, forcing my head to the concrete as soft cotton was bound tightly over my eyes, blocking out the rest of the light, blinding me. I reached out blindly, aiming for anywhere, hoping I could connect with flesh. I didn't. However, I felt a sharp pain slice diagonally down my palm as the cold steel of a knife bit into my hand. I let out a gasp that was quickly smothered by a gloved hand over my mouth, forcing any other sounds from being bottled up inside.
'You make a sound bitch, and I will kill you.' I heard his voice hiss into my ear, and flinched from him, trying to get away from his grip. He pinned my hands to the floor, binding them together with a thick, scratchy rope that burnt my skin as I tried to move my wrists slightly. The man let go of my wrists, rocking back and straddling me, his gloved hand reaching down and unbuttoning my shirt. I realised what was going to happen and bucked, trying to unseat him, to stop what was about to be happen. The steel sliced into my stomach and I flinched, blood splattering on the pavement. The man reached behind my back and unlatched my bra, letting it fall open and ride up. I bucked and twisted every time he touched me, knowing for certain that I was going to be raped. I felt his hands rove down my thighs, pressing down hard enough to make a bruise. I trembled as he pulled the zipper on my jeans down, yanking my panties down with them. I tried to direct my mind away from him, but he kissed me, forcing my lips open, shoving his tongue as far as he could down my throat as he did so, hands pinching my skin. I tried to close my mouth, wanting him out, away from me, but he pressed himself closer to me until I could feel his erection. I heard a zipper being pulled down, tears soaking the thick cotton gag as he knelt beside me. I tried so hard to direct my mind away from the violation taking place below my waist I almost believed it wasn't happening. Until he grabbed my hair and pulled it, wrapping his hands in it. I felt tears leak from my eyes again as the pain grew more intense. I didn't make a sound, knowing that if I did, he would kill me. I felt his gloved hands along my sides, rubbing the blood down them, slick and sticky against my naked skin. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping that the pain would lessen, until blackness blurred my vision and I felt unconsciousness claiming me…
TBC… R&R and I'll love you forever!