TW: Nonconsensual sexual content. Nothing extreme or too graphic, but it's there
She wasn't stupid. Of course it was dangerous to be walking alone at night. But she had no other choice. Her place was only a couple blocks down the road. Surely nothing would happen in that short amount of time. Besides she was used to these spooky walks. Friday nights were bar nights. She needed the money, so she'd take the risk. Louisa paid her well.
But she was just so tired…
As she was wobbling into the narrow alley she was used to cutting through, a light prick at the back of her neck woke her up slightly. She could feel a presence. Of course there would be other people wandering around this area late at night. Drunkards and the homeless. But this presence had… intent.
She reached for her bag, planning to grab her pistol. She never went anywhere without it, needing the reassurance of having some sort of defence from the outside world on her at all times. Although, she wasn't sure if she'd ever have the guts to actually use it. But when her grasp for her weapon was met with thin air, panic began to overtake her earlier drowsiness.
Shit. Of all the times for her to forget her bag, it had to be now. She could picture it. The leather satchel resting in the back room of The Silver Spoon, ready for it's owner to sling it over her shoulder and skip out the door. How could I be so stupid?
Without the reaffirming knowledge that she had a weapon to protect herself, the already dim light the street lamps provided, seemed even darker. Suddenly, the shadows didn't just hide litter and the occasional rats, but demons waiting to jump out at her. That ever lurking presence she sensed intensified along with her paranoia.
Should I run back and grab my bag? I'm not very far along, maybe I should just sprint back and grab it…
Just as she was preparing to run home, drowsiness overtook her again. Almost falling over, she leaned her shoulder into the rough brick at her side. Why am I so tired? As she was attempting to gather her bearings, the ominous presence she felt earlier made itself known. Right beside her.
"You look a little tired, miss," An unwelcome hand on her shoulder caused Elle to stiffen.
"Oh, I'm fine," She brushed the hand off dismissively and swiped some hair that had fallen out of place behind her ear, "just a dizzy spell." She examined the appearance of her predator, for this man was certainly a predator. His presence is what had filled her with unease in the first place, and he reeked of foul intent. He looked to be in his late twenties. Strong jaw. Sandy hair mussed up attractively under a cowboy hat. A Defined figure. He was quite handsome and had a laid-back atmosphere about him. But his eyes were sharp. Steel grey. Her discomfort grew under his gaze.
"Ya'know, a pretty girl like you shouldn't be walking around alone late at night," he hooked his thumbs into his belt loops. She prayed they would stay there, not wanting to endure any more physical contact with this stranger. "This neighbourhood is especially dangerous. You should be careful..." he stared at her from the corner of his eyes, head turned away casually.
Dangerous because of creeps like you. She squared her shoulders and narrowed her eyes. Her exhaustion seemed to be wearing on her even more in front of this man, but she forced herself to appear confident and composed.
"I am well aware. You never know when a strange individual might try something," She forced her voice to remain steady. She wouldn't show any weakness in his intimidating presence, "that's why I must be heading home immediately. Thank you for your concern, but I can take care of myself."
She started on her way, but stumbled due to her drowsiness. A steel grip on her bicep prevented her from hitting the ground.
"I did say you should be careful," he breathed into her ear. He set her back on her feet, but instead of letting her go, he pressed her into the brick wall of the ally, and she let out a shriek. "I've been watching you all night… the way you play is like a spell." He pushed his face into her hair, which had mostly fallen out of it's bun by now. He breathed deeply and sighed leaning into her. "You smell so good… and your hair is... so soft…"
Okay… I knew he was creepy, but this is a little much. Despite her discomfort, her body refused to move. By this point, it had decided for whatever reason, it would not be helping her today. Her brain was also functioning slower due to her exhaustion. She wasn't fully processing what was going on, and it took her some time to realize that she needed him off of her.
"Please… let me go…," she managed to squirm a bit under his weight. Upon feeling her move he tightened his grip, and pulled his face away from her hair to look at her face directly. Her warm brown eyes met with his cold gaze. She wanted to punch or hit him, but she felt herself drifting closer and closer to the realm of unconsciousness.
"You're breath-taking up close," he pressed his lips to hers unexpectedly and forced his tongue into her mouth. He used his left hand to direct her head to face him, while keeping her pinned to the wall using his free arm, not that it required much effort on his part.
She felt disgusted by the foreign organ invading her mouth and wanted to bite down hard, but she was also very aware of how compromising her situation was. He was a very large man, and she was already critically exhausted. She really didn't want to set him off.
He moaned into her mouth loudly and rolled his hips into hers. That's when his hands began to wander, feeling every bit of flesh through the thin fabric of her button up. By now his lips had moved from her mouth to her jaw and neck, kissing and licking.
Fuck, this is disgusting. Get off me you freak! She wasn't able to form words or move at all, her fatigue preventing her from reacting at all to the situation. Then she felt his hand slip into her shirt, squeezing her breast hard. She was done with this shit.
"That's it."