As I started to turn around I heard a smash of glass. It took me a second to register the pain in my head, and the feeling of blood running down my neck, before my world turned black and I fell down to the hard concrete ground…
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I was somewhere between that place where you're not quite awake, but not asleep either, where you feel like you're floating, but feel stiff at the same time. I felt my body being dragged somewhere, I didn't know where. I couldn't open my eyes, but this new place seemed darker, colder, so I'm guessing we were inside now. The pain from where I'd been hit slowly started to radiate down my body, starting with my head, then my neck, before it felt like everything hurt…
Eventually I was able to lift my lids and take a look at where I was lying. It was dark, save for a beam of sunlight coming through a single lone window. I turned my head but winced as a sharp stab of pain travelled down my spine. I could sense someone was nearby, but I couldn't see them, couldn't see him….
I felt fingers intertwining with my hair, slowly massaging my head. I groaned in pain. Normally this would feel nice, but with the wound on the back of my head it was agony! Instead of stopping, the fingers just pushed harder. "…Stop it!" I managed to hiss. The fingers stopped and left my head. I tried again to turn to look at who was there, even though I was fairly sure I knew who it was, but the stabbing pains stopped me again.
I heard the person shift beside me, and saw them sit down next to me out of the corner of my eye. I could see it was him. He just sat there and looked at me, the bottle of alcohol gone from his hand. Mustering up the strength to speak again I choked "What do you want?". He just continued staring at me, his lips slightly parted. I tried to turn my head again but the pain seared through me. "Joey…I need to get to a hospital" I pleaded as I noticed a pool of fresh blood next to me, that can only have come from the wound on my head. Again, he just stared at me and didn't move. Getting frustrated, I tried to sit up, but only then did he finally reach out and roughly push me back down, making me cry out as I hit my head again. I opened my eyes slowly, and stared back at him. His hand was still on my shoulder.
Before I knew what was happening he'd shifted again, and was suddenly on top of me. I opened my mouth to scream at him to get off, but suddenly his lips were against mine and my scream was muffled. The kiss turned rough as he forced his tongue into my mouth. I tried to push him off me, but he grabbed my arms and forced them above my head, holding me down. I tried to move my head away but it was no good, he'd pinned me so well I couldn't even turn away. Using the only thing left to me, I kicked with my legs, but not being to see where I was aiming I just ended up flailing beneath him as he continued to invade my mouth.
I could feel my consciousness starting to slip slightly as my head continued to bleed. I felt dizzy, and nausea was starting to creep up on me. I closed my eyes trying to gain some control over myself, but it was impossible with the now agonising pain, and the increasing numbness in the rest of my body. Tears of frustration started to prickle at my eyes as I realised just how hopeless I felt. This couldn't be happening!
Suddenly Joey pulled away releasing his grip on my arms, and I gasped for breath, opening my eyes to see what he was doing. He wasn't looking at me though, well, not at my face anyway. He was looking down at my shirt, fingering the buttons. Reaching to the top one he started to slowly undo them, pulling the two sides apart as he did so revealing the pale skin underneath. "What are you doing?" I slurred. Even though he'd let go of my arms, they felt like lead weights when I tried to move them. Once he'd undone all the buttons, his hand moved down to my belt buckle. 'Oh god no!' I screamed internally. Summoning the last little bit of strength I had in me, I threw my arms down and tried to push him off me. He finally looked at me then, with a small hint of a smirk on his face. He grabbed my wrists and pushed them back above my head, it seemingly taking no effort at all to overpower my weak retaliation. I groaned in frustration, more tears gathering in my eyes as the gravity of the situation started to dawn upon me. 'Was Joey going to rape me?' I didn't have much time to think about the possibility.
He once again released my arms and leant back, making quick work of my belt buckle and trouser button. He then shifted slightly, widening his legs. Putting a hand under me on one side, he flipped me over onto my front. I cried in pain as my head was once again pushed upon. The tears that had been threatening started to roll slowly down my cheeks. "Joey, please no!" I started to beg as I felt him grip the band and pull my pants along with my underpants down, leaving me exposed. He pulled them down as far as my ankles, then with a tight grip grabbed my hips and pulled them up, while also using his knees to spread my legs so he could sit between them. A sob escaped my throat as it dawned on me he was really going to do it, he was going to ignore my plead and go ahead anyway. 'How could he do this to me!'. I heard another belt buckle being undone.
A heave of nausea hit me as I felt something hard and wet rub against my backside. In a last ditch attempt I tried to move away but he just held my hips again. "Joey I'm begging you, please not this, please I'm begging you!' I cried. He ignored me once again. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on my lower back before he sat back. I felt the tip of him prodding against my entrance.
Suddenly, and without warning, he thrust in as far as he could go. I wasn't sure the scream I heard was coming from me, it sounded so primal and pained. "NOOOOOOO! NOOO!". My body felt like it was being split in two! My vision started to go black as pain became the only thing I knew. He pulled out and roughly pushed straight back in, earning more screams of agony from me. He started to build up a rhythm of rough thrusting, moaning in pleasure each time he pushed into me. Tears streamed down my face now and sobs took over as I realised there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop him. This was like my worst nightmare, except this was real!
Blood continued to seep from both ends, my head wound still bleeding steadily, and my backside dripping with blood as the skin was ripped apart by the invasion. I was slowly going unconscious, blackness seeping in from the edge of my vision. After what seemed an eternity, I felt one particularly large thrust and Joey groaned loudly. I hissed in yet more pain as I felt a stinging sensation along my back. I could only guess he had reached his climax and his salty fluid was mixing with my blood. He gave a few small thrusts as he rode his orgasm out. When he was finished, I felt him pat me on the head, making me wince. He then pulled out and dropped my hips, making me fall to the floor.
I had nothing left. My body was on fire, everything hurt. I could barely see as my vision started to completely black out. The last thing I remember was one final heave, and vomit spewing out my mouth before unconsciousness took hold and I was completely gone….
