Staring down the barrel of a gun, I sat transfixed. It was in the middle of a robbery at work that I just had to find the love of my life. He moved the nose of the gun to my temple barking at me to stand up. My life was in danger and I couldn't even move. He rolled his eyes and grabbed my shirt pushing me forward, the cold metal of the gun touched my back sending shivers up my spine. My legs turned to jelly and buckled, my nerves were so frazzled from the fear, I fainted before I even met the ground.
I woke to the noise of a car and a rough voice swearing. My dark skinned offender held me on his lap in the back of a van, his gun between my thighs were he let his hand drop. I twitched my legs closer together and shivered in fright. The instant he knew I was awake, his arm tightened round my waist and his lips were at my ear.
"Do you like that huh?" he whispered, moving the gun up my legs. I shook my head and clamped my legs shut and tried pushing it away but my hands were bound. He looped my arms round his neck, throwing the gun away he forced my legs open. One hand went up my blouse. His calloused fingers rasped across my smooth skin, and he kissed my neck leaving the skin he touched ablaze. His other hand stroked my inner thigh getting closer with every movement. I moaned and exposed more of my neck.
"You know I am just going to abuse you and leave on the road side with a bullet in your head," he said huskily. I nodded groaning, when his hand reached it and he grasped my breast with the other. I sucked in a breath, "I ca-can he-hel-help yo-you," I stuttered, winding my fingers in his long hair, "I wor-worked in the comp-computer depart-department, I kn-know how to hack the syst-system." He stopped his hands pulling them away from my body, I whimpered at the loss but not loud enough for him to hear me. I took his distraction to move my legs shut.
"And how do I know you won't run away or tell someone about us?" he asked removing the hand that was resting on my stomach.
"Because I value my life and i have nowhere else to go and no one to turn to," I said becoming quieter at the end. The sudden realisation of my own words hit me like a punch to the gut. He undid my hands, as soon as I was free I sunk to the floor of the van and curled up, hands covering my head as I cried.