WARNING- IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THE TOPIC OF RAPE FOR ANY REASON, SKIP THE OPENING SECTION OF THIS CHAPTER. GO STRAIGHT TO THE SECOND HALF. RAPE IS NOT ACTUALLY DEPICTED, BUT THIS CHAPTER AS WELL AS THE NEXT WILL BE HEAVILY FILLED WITH NON-CONSENTED ACTIONS. PLEASE READ CAUTIOUSLY IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO SUCH THINGS.
You're almost at the doorway, almost to the rain, when something drops onto your back and presses you into the floor. You look up at the man who's standing over you, his foot on your back, and a deep set anger radiating off him. "I told you... To just come out." Alex drops down onto you, straddling your hips and pinning you face down. You struggle under his weight, trying to at least turn over. You feel vulnerable, defenseless with him on you.
His hand closes around the back of your neck, and a spike of fear rushes through you... Until you realize he isn't chocking you. His hand is firm, holding you down, and he shifts over you, leaning down so he can whisper in your ear. "Where's my tape, (Name)? Or am I going to have to strip you down for it?"
You bite your lip to still it's quivering before you answer. "M-my f-f-front pocket." To your shame, your voice sounds shaky, and you can't hide that you're close to tears. You curse yourself for being so weak, for giving up like this. You gave it your best try; and for it, you now have a twisted ankle and a broken wrist. There was nothing more for it. You failed, and you probably weren't going to live to regret it.
Alex reaches hand around your hip and pulls the small tape from your front pocket. "See? Was that so hard, (Name)?" He pockets the tape before running his fingers roughly through your (length/shade) hair. His voice drops slightly as he continues, his lips brushing your ear, "You know something... You are so... Pretty. I'd love to see what's underneath all these clothes."
You freeze, unable to move or speak. He wouldn't... Alex is many things, but he wouldn't... Touch me. You thought silently, your body trembling as he starts to prove you wrong. He slips his hand from your hair down your back, straightening up as he does. He leaves his one hand on your neck, the other traveling lower. As he reaches the edge of your shirt, you come back to life, struggling fiercely. You push up from the floor, trying to knock him off; instead, he guys you across your head, knocking you out cold.
When you wake, it's to find yourself laying on your back, your hands tied to the leg of a couch. Your heart sinks as you realize you're still in the shack in the forest, and your hands are tied with a belt. You look around after deciding that the knots are too elaborate for you to handle. Your clothes are still in place, and you can't find Alex anywhere. "Hello?"
"Finally. I'm glad you woke up. I was worried I may have hit you too hard." Alex steps back into the building and you flinch back into the couch, your legs curling up to your chest. "I wouldn't want to start without you fully conscious." There it was- your worst fear confirmed. Alex was not the same guy he once was, and he did intend to violate you. The tears that stream down your face are unavoidable; you don't even give a damn that you're being weak anymore. Not now.
"Don't cry. I really hate when girls cry." He sat down on his heels in front of you, a fake sympathetic look on his dark face. "I told you that I wouldn't hurt you if you would've just given me the tape. That's all I wanted."
He reached his hand out and cupped your face roughly. "I always thought you were prettier than Amy, but you're younger. Too young. I guess it doesn't matter now, though." His free hand tugs at your collar, his fingers slipping between the buttons of the (color) shirt. His eyes info us slightly as he starts to undo the buttons. With a sudden burst of anger and frustration, you lift your foot from the floor and kick Alex in the nose, a resounding crack echoing through the room.
You watch with wide eyes as he reels back, his hands covering his face with a gasp. Your anger and frustration quickly drain away, leaving you wide-eyed and disbelieving. You kicked him. YOU kicked ALEX KRALIE in the face.
You were going to die.
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The black of the night sky is receding into the orange and pink of the sunrise, bathing you in warmth as you continue to walk through the forest. You've found two more notes, and each is getting more personal. Tacked to the wall of a tunnel you found the note saying "Did you take your meds today?" Another was found tacked to a tree in the middle of a wide clearing, this time stating that "No one escapes".
The rising sun has finally turned the sky to a pale blue, and the sense of being followed has... Disappeared. 'No... Something's wrong here.' You thought to yourself, a nervousness taking hold of you. As you continued on your way, you couldn't find a single note. By the time the sun hard fully risen, you were frustrated beyond compare. "What the hell, Slenderman?!"
You took another step forward, but something wrapped itself around your ankle, causing you to face plant into the floorboards. This takes a moment for you to comprehend, and when you do, you push yourself upward and look around. Tim and Brian's bedroom.
You're back at the house. But how?