Chapter 1: The Beginning

I was almost home, I kept telling myself. I glanced behind me once more to see if I had a follower. I could see no one but it still felt I was being followed… Jeez, Lacy, You are losing it no one is behind you. I had already casted a spell to reveal anyone stalking me, just to make sure, but it still felt like there was someone there watching. I speed up and turned into a dark alleyway, the same one I go down every night. Why was tonight so different? Something felt off. I started and dropped my wand as a cat ran out from behind some trash, how silly of me. I bent down to pick up my wand and then I was on the ground. I let out a quick scream as someone pulled me to my knees by my hair. A man stood before me, he was filthy with ripped clothes and long stringy hair, dirt smeared on his face and an evil look in his eyes. He chuckled at me as I looked up at him with fear in my eyes. Why hadn't my spell worked? I asked myself, it should have revealed anyone following me.

"Look what I have found here," he said menacingly as he circled around me. "what is a sweet little tart like you doing out here at this time of night?" He grabbed me by my hair again and pulled my head up towards him, I could feel his breath against my ear as he licked from the corner of my mouth to my ear. I instantly tried to struggle free, I pulled away, but he grabbed me by my ankle and with no effort, forcefully pulled me back towards him.

"What do you want?" I screamed at him. Surely someone would hear me, they had to. Surely I was not the only one out at this time of night. He laughed again at me and grabbed my chin forcing me to look up at him.

"I want to make you hurt, my little tart" he said softly. Next thing I know he was ripping my dress. He was so fast, and strong, he couldn't be a regular wizard. "Oh you are so so pretty, love." I whimpered softly and his face lit up. He was getting off on the fact that I was so scared. He jerked me against the brick wall of the alley and I felt my back scrape against it. He managed to rip of my dress completely and I struggled even more, but it was a lost cause he was too damn strong. His hand wandered and found my breast. I look away from him trying to find where my wand was. He was getting more forceful as he touched me.

"Please," I tried to beg. I felt so weak as I begged him. "please stop." I spotted my wand feet away, too far away for me to try to get. His hand moved lower and lower and I tried to fight back. I managed to drag my nails down his face leaving three streaks of blood. I inwardly smiled as he looked stunned that I was fighting back.

"You little bitch," he cursed under his breath. His hand finally found my private pasrts between my legs and I tried to break free of his iron grip. I screamed again and he started to rub. "Shut up, look at you such a dirt slut. You want me." He took his hand and wiped my wetness across my mouth. Tears started to run down my cheeks.

How did I end up like this? I always take this way home, I thought it was safe. Clearly I was wrong. I stared at my dress that laid in pieces just feet away. If only I could get my wand. Out of nowhere he threw me on the ground and before I could even try to crawl away he was on top of me, pinning me down. I started sobbing even harder and his grin got even wider. "Stop plea-," before I could finish my plead his dirty hand covered my mouth and his other hand unzipped his pants. Terror ran through me, I struggled and screamed into his hand, but he was relentless. I felt his hard sex against me.

"You dirty whore, you want me," he taunted "I want to hurt you so bad, my little tart." He pressed against me, and I bit his hand. He immediately struck my face and forced himself into me with a smile. "oh you feel so good." I closed my eyes and tried to wake myself up, surely this was a nightmare, but nightmares don't hurt like this. He panted in my ear as he forced himself into me repeatedly. I struggled and scratched and hit him, but nothing affected him. He was whispering threats in my ear and I stilled. What was the point in fighting anymore? He groaned as he finished inside me, and I just laid there. He zipped up his pants while looking down at me, and suddenly he kicked me with a look of pleasure on his face and with that he walked away.

I was still filled with fear, afraid to move. What do I do? I silently sobbed unable to move or make a noise. I moved my head and saw my wand mere inches from my face. I was so stupid… Why didn't I grab it before and defend myself. God I was so stupid. I saw my ruined dress lying on the ground. How was I going to get home? I can't just walk naked. I jumped as I heard quick footsteps, Was he coming back?