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Stolen

"I am not my own, for I have been renewed. Please don't let me go, I desperately need you!"

You smile softly as you hear your phone ring. The chorus of "Meteor Shower" by Owl City plays on repeat, informing you that your boyfriend, Karkat, is calling. You smile softly as you repeat that. Boyfriend. You wasted so many years ignoring your feelings for him. So many years of denying him…

Anyways! You still have a phone call to answer! You pull your new Galaxy S4 Active out of your hoodie pocket. Karkat had gotten it for you last Christmas. God, you can't do anything without thinking about him, can you! You wave your hand over the phone, answering the call, and bring it up to your ear. Queue screaming male in 3…2…1…

"JOHN! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? YOU WERE SUPPOSED BE HOME A HOUR AGO!" Karkat screams in your ear. You pull your phone a little ways back, wincing at how loud he is.

"I'm on the way, Karkat! Vriska needed some help closing up the shop, and I offered. I'll be home in a few minutes, promise!" you reply. You hear some mumbling on the other end of the line, but can't really make out any of the words. Probably him just calling you an idiot (In an endearing way, you swear!)

"Alright then, you loser, and you better hurry up; I made dinner. Love you."

You blush, "I love you too, Karkles. Be there in a few!" You hit the end button on the phone and place it back in your pocket. You smile to yourself, happy how far you've come in 5 years. When you first met Karkat, you had been with your best friend, Dave. Another mutual friend, as well as Dave's girlfriend, Terezi had introduced you to each other. You thought he was pretty funny at first, with all his swearing and shit. It only took you 3 years to actually see that you were in love with him. Last year, the two of you moved into an apartment. Since then, the two of you have been happily in love, with only minor disputes here and there. The one thing that bugs you to no end is that Karkat always forgets to plug in his phone, so you can't access him. Some days you think he does it on purpose just to get a rise out of you. You're still contemplating everything Karkat does that irritates you, when you bump into someone.

"Oops, sorry mister, I didn't see you there," you say, rubbing the back of your neck. You look up at the man, and an instant chill runs down your spine. He's tall, around 6' 1" or so, although, compared to your size (5' 4") he seemed like a giant. And even though he was tall, he wasn't so much in shape. He seemed at least 20 to 30 pounds overweight, and had a greasy sheen to his skin and dark brown hair. The thing that really threw you off, though, was the sickly sweet smile he had on his face framed by the limp pieces of hair surrounding it. It probably didn't help that he wore all black, I mean, it was nearing 9 o'clock at night, he could get hit by something.

"That's alright, sweetheart," he smirked, "I wasn't watching where I was going. In fact, I seem to be a tad lost, do you think you could show me how to get to the nearest gas station from her?" he asked.

Immediately, warning bells went off in your head. You start to remember all of the times your dad told you to never talk to strangers when you were younger. He would always say that the bad guys on TV aren't like those in real life, and that the ones in real life can, and most likely will, hurt you. However, seeing as that was around twenty years ago, and that the nearest gas station was just down the block, you figured you could help him.

"Sure," you replied warily, "the closest one is down the block that way," you say pointing down the way you came.

"Thank you, honey, I don't think I could've found it without you," he smiled. "Here, let me give you a little something for your troubles."

At those words, you take a step back. A present? For what? All you did was send the guy in the right direction. You watch closely as the guy steps closer to you, and those warning bells from earlier start to chime louder than before.

"Really," you plead, "that's not necessary. I'm just helping a guy out, you know?"

"Sure, sure, but I think you'll really like this present," he says, taking another step closer to you and puts his hands on your shoulders. You really don't like this now. A scowl starts to form on your face as you raise your arms to get him off of you.

"Hey, knock it off. Let go of me, you creep," you yell, hoping to get the attention of any other person, but knowing that no one else is around. He ignores your request and starts to lean in closer to your face. "I said stop, asshole. Get the fuck of me. I have a boyfriend," you yell again.

"A boyfriend, huh? Then a pretty little fag like you should enjoy this," he sneered. Without another moment of hesitation, he presses his lips to yours, shoving his tongue forward. You close your eyes in disgust as his slimy tongue wiggles next to your lips. You raise your hands to push against his chest, trying to shove him off of you, but he forces you to back pedal towards a nearby ally.

At this point, you start to panic. 'Jesus Christ, this man could kill you, oh my God.' You feel your back connect with the ally's wall and wince in pain. You try again to push him off of you, but he manages to grab your hands, transferring them to one of his hands (God why am I so skinny) and uses the other to touch your midsection. He pulls his mouth off of yours and moves down to your neck, biting and sucking as he goes.

You start to make this breathy, wheezing sound, trying to get words to form when he speaks again. "Here's how it's going to go, sugar. You're going to get down on your knees, and suck my cock. If you don't there will be consequences. Got it?" he sneers. You nod in a daze, scared of what could happen. He pushes at the top of your head, forcing you down to the ground. Your knees smack hard against the concrete and you wince. You watch with utter disgust as the man moves his hands down to belt and unbuckle it. He moves to his zipper next, when a spark ignites in you. You can't do this, this is cheating, and this is rape. You're not about to let this happen. You wait for him to be more preoccupied when you strike.

You quickly yank your hands out of his grasp and put all of your force into pushing him in the crotch and stomach. You watch as he stumbles backwards in pain and surprise. This is your chance, go. You quickly get up and head for the entrance of the ally.

"You fucking bitch, get back here!" you hear him scream. You hear the sound of him getting up and run faster. You reach the entrance and run to your right, towards your apartment. You take in a deep breath and prepare to scream for help when a hand wraps around your mouth and another snakes around your stomach.

"You thought you could get away that easy, didn't you, brat? No sir, Daddy's gonna make sure you're with me for a long time," he wheezes, clearly out of breath. You fight back as hard as you can in his grip, especially when you feel the arm around your waist move away. However, as soon as the hand is gone, it's back, but with a syringe, and it's at your neck.

The last thing you can think of before you pass out is how upset Karkat will be that you're not home soon, and that you love him with all your heart.

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