"Get off me!" She yelled, pushing and shoving at the man on top of her.

He was short, but had a large stomach, and his breath smelt rancid. A mixture of alcohol and smoke filled her delicate nose. His head was bald, and he had a large tattoo of a dragon on his upper left arm. The arm that held the innocent girl to the floor.

His other was trailing up her skirt. He grunted and groaned as he covered her mouth in his. It was rough and just disgusting. "Get off! Get off me!" She tried again, but the more she struggled the more he fought back.

The girl gagged as she felt him undoing his trousers and squeezed her eyes shut tight.

There was nothing she could do but get it over with. Maybe if she thought of something else her mind would take her away from this hell.

There were so many questions filling her mind. Who was this man? Why was he here? And how the hell did he get into her apartment?

As the young woman tried desperately to remember what she had been doing before she ended up underneath this burly man, he was taking of their clothing, slowly but roughly.

Just as she was about to give up all hope, something shiny caught her eye. It was an empty champagne bottle. She remembered drinking from it last night at a party when some friends came over.

It was sitting of the edge of the table in the hallway, and if she really tried, she could probably reach up and grab it, at least then she'd have something to threaten this man with, and right now all she wanted was for him to stop, and just disappear.

The two large hands pushed down on her hips forcing her to the felt a sharp pain as the man's large thumbs dug into her hip bones.

His face was a blur in the dim light of the room, but she could just make out that he was licking his lips.

Filled with disgust and all the strength she had in her body, she lunged herself upwards and grabbed the champagne bottle. But instead of bringing it down to threaten him with, her hand slipped from the table and brought the bottle down with it, dropping in a loud smash.

She closed her eyes as glass flew everywhere, and it took her a while to notice that the body on top of her was no longer holding her down, but was lying on top of her completely.

"Ughh" She groaned as she rolled him off of her, and clutching her clothes to her frail body, she ran to the light switch at the end of the hall.

"Oh my god!" She screamed as she saw the body swimming in a pool of deep red blood. It was shockingly bright against her white apartment and it made her jump out of her skin.

Was he dead? She thought, approaching him slowly. She was shaking like a leaf as she rolled him over seeing the huge gash in the back of his head.

Blood continued to pour from it and she had no idea what to do.

Her hand automatically came up to her mouth as she fell to floor next to the body, continuing to shake. "What have I done?" She murmured under her breath.

What was she supposed to do. The shock was so much that she could do nothing but sit there and take it all in.

Suddenly she thought about those cop movies she's watched as a child and remembered how they had checked for a pulse. She did just that, settling her shaking finger onto the fat stubbly skin of the man's neck. But her fingers were so shaky that she couldn't tell if he had a pulse or not, so she let out a loud sob and slid across the wooden floor to sit up against the wall.

This wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to be here like this. She was supposed to be happy, and have the perfect life in New York as a young adult. This must be a dream. It was all too horrible to be reality.

She noticed she was only in her underwear as her bruised body hung limply at the edge of the room. She was terrified but also incredibly exhausted.

Her eyelids hung heavily over her eyes as the room grew darker and her breathing grew heavier.

She didn't notice when the door was pushed open or when a tall slender figure walked in and dropped their bags to the floor. Nor did she notice when they ran over and knelt by her sleeping body.

"Oh my god" They said, their own hand covering their mouth as they took in the sight in front of them.

"Rachel"