Law and Order: Special Victim's Unit
Just a Rape Baby…
Chapter 1: The Pain
Sirens. Perpetual sirens. Dark shadows at every turn. The kings of the streets are out with powder at the tips of their fingers. They fill the minds of their victim's with empty promises of joy on the other side. Random shots fired, and no one notices.
Margaret Benson walked under the miniature alley that leads to her house. A dog howled. Margaret jumped, her heart exceeding 100-mph. she stood for a few seconds, waiting… for a sound…a movement…a hint of danger…
She continued to her house, fear still gripping her stomach. She told the hairs on the nape of her neck to relax. The second shift job at the Super Market is only temporary. She smiled, and then continued to comfort herself. Besides, who would want anything to do with me at 12:30 in the morning? They have other priorities.
Margaret jumped again, now at the sound of a group of men cackling. She looked around, frantically, breathed, and began walking again.
"Almost there." She said to herself. "Just keep going." It was then when she heard the footsteps. She slightly sped up her pace, not daring to look back. Se noticed the sound of the footsteps did the same.
She decided not to go home. She changed her direction and turned right at the blown out streetlight. As she did, she caught a glimpse of her stalker.
He was wearing dark clothes and a black cap. His pale white hands and cheeks showed, even in the darkest time of night. His sunglasses were awfully peculiar after midnight. She could hear the black sneakers in the dead silence.
The footsteps began to speed up. Margaret let temptation take over and looked back at him. Even though he was jogging, he was coming up fast!
Margaret wanted to run away, screaming in terror. However, her feet stayed planted and somehow a fur ball got caught in her throat. Move Maggie! She yelled at herself. Run! Go! Scream! Do something! She stood there frozen like a deer in a road. What are you waiting for? Run! The connection between her brain and her feet had failed.
Finally, the rest of her body caught up with her mind, but it was too late.
The man's baseball glove-sized hands were immediately around her throat. She grabbed his wrists trying to pry them off. But he just squeezed harder and harder. She tried kicking and him. He smiled a wide-toothy smile. "Please…" She said almost gagging; her head was beginning to spin.
Her attacker threw her down on the cold-hard sidewalk, his hands still around her throat. He crouched down on top of her, his legs on either side. Letting go of her neck with his right hand, he put an index finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet. He then reached behind his back for something. She jerked to try and pull herself free. The man smiled again and pulled out what he had been searching for, a hunting knife. He held up the blade to her neck. Margaret lay stiff as a board. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
"You really didn't think you were getting away from me, did you?" he asked her in his baritone voice. He moved closer to her ear, she cringed. "Open up for me, baby." He whispered. She did nothing, except try to make her mind go away until he was done with his business. He waited a few more seconds. "No?" he asked. He gently guided his blade across her neck, putting just enough pressure to draw a little bit of blood. "Pretty please?" he said, as if she had a choice.
He let her neck go with his left hand, still holding the blade at her neck with his right. Using his free hand, he traced the sweetheart neckline of her black, casual, cotton dress. He put down the knife and quickly ripped the dress in two, revealing her white bra.
Margaret gasped and began to breathe heavily. "No! Please! Don't!" she screamed. He disregarded his victim's cries of discomfort. He simply kissed her between her breasts.
She tried hitting him in the face, but he pinned her down. Then she saw the blade in his hand again. "No! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"
"Shut up!" he yelled. Then he put his hand under her black, cotton dress and roughly pulled down her underwear. She was petrified. She continued to yell and scream when she saw him unbuttoning his pants.
He covered her mouth and pushed inside her. The attacker immediately felt relief. He continued his pattern roughly. In and out. In and out. In and out. Miss. In and out.
Margaret was in unbearable pain. Her cries of discomfort turned into shrieks of terror. She has never felt someone so rough before. Than again, no one has ever forced her to have sex with him. As he continued on, she felt him release inside of her. The substance spilled everywhere, due to his lack of control.
When he finished, he kissed her on the forehead, as a father would do his daughter. He whispered one last thing in her ear. "You loved it."