He was the most vile thing I'd ever seen. With his greasy blonde hair, vicious blue eyes and now sinister smile; I couldn't believe I fell for his charms.

He pushed me down with force as his large hand covered my mouth, while the other was fidgeting with his zipper. I knew what was about to happen. I screamed, thrashed and cried as I saw and felt this disgusting man talk to me, touch me...

James Callahan was his name. He was a bartender at my local bar. At the time, he was cute, funny and altogether charming. What an idiot I was. If I had known what was going to happen I would've ran, gone to another country, moved...

The past weeks, he sent me flowers, lots of daisies. Not my favorite, but the gesture was flattering. I've always been simple; plain as paper. I never wore red dresses or short skirts, I wore pants and blouses for my job. Nothing revealing, nothing sexy.

That should've been my first clue.

Finally, after weeks of asking, I said yes to a dinner date for the following Saturday. Alice and Rosalie, my roommates, dressed me like I was a freaking child. The dress they put me in was the most uncomfortable thing I ever wore. It was blue, sparkly, mid thigh and strapless. And before I could protest, James knocked on our door.

We had a table right next to the window so you could see all of Chicago. It was beautiful, and we exchanged pleasantries and small talk.

And then the waitress came and asked for our wine selection and my next clue was apparent. Our waitress, on her first day on the job gave us the wrong wine. She apologized profusely, verging on tears as James was a sarcastic ass to her.

I, of course was irked by his attitude so I told him off.

He clenched his teeth together and muttered a small 'sorry' to me, obviously not giving a shit.

I blew it off, thinking he must've had a bad day or something. I should've known.

The rest of dinner went okay. Only okay; it reminded me of a business meeting rather than a first date, and I hoped we could at least be friends.

I told him this walking home, waiting for the same reaction. We were better as friends rather than something more.

I didn't get the same reaction. He slapped me and I flinched, holding back the tears.

"What did you say, bitch?" His voice was gruff, his eyes the blackest of black.

I said nothing.

He shoved me into an alley, somewhere no one would find us, me...My tears were pouring out now and my eyes were so filled with tears that I couldn't even see his face. He took advantage of my blindness and pushed me onto the dirty ground, laughing at my desperate pleas.

"Please, James, I'm sorry..." I whimpered.

He laughed loudly, throwing his head back. "If I had a nickel."

Then, he maneuvered himself out of his zipper, and everything went black.