Theresa sighed as she threw her keys down on her desk. Today had been a long day and she was ready to kick back and relax. Wanting to take a long hot shower, she pulled her hair back and went to turn the water on so it would be nice and hot when she got in. She took off her shoes and went to reach for a towel when someone stepped out of the shadows. Frightened and surprised, she gasped. "Who are you?" she said fearfully.
The person did not answer and she couldn't tell because half of there face was shadowed.
"Tell me who you are or I'm going to call the police." she said backing up towards her phone.
"You didn't call them last time. Remember our promise?" a man's voice said.
"What are you talking about?" she said confused.
"Don't you remember? I was your dad's friend. I took you for walks down to the lake." he said.
Theresa then began to remember.
*Flashback*
"Isn't the lake beautiful?" Theresa's fathers friend said as they sat on a rock near the lake.
"Yes." a young Theresa answered as she licked the remainder of her popsicle.
"Have you ever wondered what its like to be a grownup?" he asked.
Theresa nodded, "Yes."
"How would you like to do something that would make you a grownup?"
"I would love to!" Theresa exclaimed in excitement.
"Good." he said grinning. "Now this has to be our little secret, ok?"
Theresa nodded and waited for whatever was going to make her a grownup. She waited patiently as he slid down her underwear and put his hands up her skirt. She waited patiently as she felt his fingers move against her private part wishing he would tell her how she could become a grownup. Soon he slid her underwear back on and smiled at her.
"You're a grownup now." he said with a perverted smile on his face.
"Yay! I don't have to follow rules anymore!" she said giddily, not knowing what he had just done to her.
"You have to promise me you'll never tell anyone our secret, ok?" he said putting his hand over her heart.
"Promise!"
*End of Flashback*
"Oh gosh, you pervert! Stay away from me!" Theresa screamed.
The man stepped out of the shadows as his face haunted Theresa. He took a few steps towards Theresa and she nervously backed away.
"I'm calling the cops and you're going to go to jail." she said reaching for the phone, but before she could pick it up he ripped the cord out of the wall. Theresa stood in horror as she watched the only thing that could save her from this man destroyed. She looked from the torn cord back to him. "Don't touch me!"
He didn't answer, he just walked over to her door and locked it. Theresa grew more nervous as he circled her. "I heard the little conversation between you and your boyfriend about how you're not who you say you are." he finally said.
"Its none of your business." she said as her eyes full of fire darted at him.
"You seem to be charming and good like your mother says you are." he said staring at her. "If I could get you to like me I'd be so happy."
"You should have gone to jail for what you did to me." Theresa said unnerved.
"I don't force myself on little girls." he said raising his voice.
"Yes you do, you did it to me!" she argued.
"Are you calling me a liar?" he bellowed.
"No, I wasn't calling you a liar." she said noticing how angry he had gotten.
"Oh." he said calming down and brushing his hand against her cheek. "You've gotten so beautiful." he murmured.
"Why don't you go?" Theresa suggested. "I'm tired, you probably are too."
"Not until you give me what I need." he replied.
Theresa stared in horror and racked her brain as to what she was going to do to make him leave.
He walked over to the CD player and started it as the music filled the room. "Dance with me." he said forcefully.
Scared to what he would do to her if she objected, Theresa obeyed his command. She shivered as she felt his cold arms wrap around her.
"Close your eyes and pretend I'm your boyfriend." he ordered.
Theresa slowly closed her eyes, mesmerized by what was happening. The song finally ended and she pulled away. "I'm tired." she repeated.
"Let's have another dance. You transformed your boyfriend with your love, maybe you can do the same for me." he said sickly.
Scared and horrified, Theresa stood stiffly as he put his arms around her again. As they danced she felt him slip his hand under her shirt. Tears streamed down Theresa's face at the feeling he gave her. He felt like a slime that she wanted to throw away.
"I wish I could be with you all the time." he whispered.
Theresa finally pushed away and stood up to him. "Well you can't because you're a sick perverted man who goes after children!"
"SHUTUP!" he yelled with a sudden burst of anger. He grabbed her and threw her down on the bed.
"No!" Theresa screamed, clawing and kicking at him. "Let me go!"
Knowing he had more power than Theresa, he held her down with one hand and began to pull down her pants and underwear with the other hand. "Our little secret." he whispered.
"NO!" Theresa yelled sobbing. She struggled to push him off, but to no avail he forced himself into her. "Don't do this! Please don't do this!" she cried. But her cries didn't help at all.
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A stunned Theresa sat motionless on her bed as she thought about the events of last night. Her shirt was torn, she had bruises all over her body, and she felt filthy. Tears fell down her cheeks and she looked straight ahead with a blank stare.
She then heard a knock on the door but she didn't move. She just sat there in shock. They knocked again and she finally opened the door. It was Fox.
"Hi, can I come in?" he asked.
Theresa nodded and stepped back.
Fox walked in the room puzzled at why everything was in a mess. "What happened here? Did a tornado come through?" he joked.
"No, I was raped." Theresa thought to herself. A tear slid down her cheek and she slowly sat down on the bed.
"Theresa? What's wrong?" he said seeing that something was wrong.
"Nothing." she managed to say.
Fox walked over to her, "Are you sure? Just tell me if something's wrong." he said putting his arm on her shoulder.
Theresa forcefully shrugged his hand off. "Don't touch me!"
"Look if this is about the other day, I'm really sorry." he said apologizing.
Theresa once again didn't answer as if he wasn't there.
Fox noticed a bruise on her shoulder and a rip in her shirt. "Theresa, are you sure everything ok?" he asked concerned.
"I'm fine, just leave me alone." she said as if she were on her on planet.
Fox nodded and headed for the door. He began to turn the door knob and Theresa began to have a flashback of when her rapist had locked the door.
"No! Just leave! I'm tired!" she sobbed breaking down.
"What?" Fox asked turning around. He walked over to her and reached out for her.
Theresa stared in horror as the man walked toward her, reaching for her, telling her he could help her. "No! Stay away from me!" she screamed. His image then transformed back to Fox's image.
"If thats what you want." Fox said puzzled. He slowly backed out and left Theresa alone.
"Our little secret." the voice said repeating in her head. Theresa closed her eyes and she became consumed with hurtful memories.
The person did not answer and she couldn't tell because half of there face was shadowed.
"Tell me who you are or I'm going to call the police." she said backing up towards her phone.
"You didn't call them last time. Remember our promise?" a man's voice said.
"What are you talking about?" she said confused.
"Don't you remember? I was your dad's friend. I took you for walks down to the lake." he said.
Theresa then began to remember.
*Flashback*
"Isn't the lake beautiful?" Theresa's fathers friend said as they sat on a rock near the lake.
"Yes." a young Theresa answered as she licked the remainder of her popsicle.
"Have you ever wondered what its like to be a grownup?" he asked.
Theresa nodded, "Yes."
"How would you like to do something that would make you a grownup?"
"I would love to!" Theresa exclaimed in excitement.
"Good." he said grinning. "Now this has to be our little secret, ok?"
Theresa nodded and waited for whatever was going to make her a grownup. She waited patiently as he slid down her underwear and put his hands up her skirt. She waited patiently as she felt his fingers move against her private part wishing he would tell her how she could become a grownup. Soon he slid her underwear back on and smiled at her.
"You're a grownup now." he said with a perverted smile on his face.
"Yay! I don't have to follow rules anymore!" she said giddily, not knowing what he had just done to her.
"You have to promise me you'll never tell anyone our secret, ok?" he said putting his hand over her heart.
"Promise!"
*End of Flashback*
"Oh gosh, you pervert! Stay away from me!" Theresa screamed.
The man stepped out of the shadows as his face haunted Theresa. He took a few steps towards Theresa and she nervously backed away.
"I'm calling the cops and you're going to go to jail." she said reaching for the phone, but before she could pick it up he ripped the cord out of the wall. Theresa stood in horror as she watched the only thing that could save her from this man destroyed. She looked from the torn cord back to him. "Don't touch me!"
He didn't answer, he just walked over to her door and locked it. Theresa grew more nervous as he circled her. "I heard the little conversation between you and your boyfriend about how you're not who you say you are." he finally said.
"Its none of your business." she said as her eyes full of fire darted at him.
"You seem to be charming and good like your mother says you are." he said staring at her. "If I could get you to like me I'd be so happy."
"You should have gone to jail for what you did to me." Theresa said unnerved.
"I don't force myself on little girls." he said raising his voice.
"Yes you do, you did it to me!" she argued.
"Are you calling me a liar?" he bellowed.
"No, I wasn't calling you a liar." she said noticing how angry he had gotten.
"Oh." he said calming down and brushing his hand against her cheek. "You've gotten so beautiful." he murmured.
"Why don't you go?" Theresa suggested. "I'm tired, you probably are too."
"Not until you give me what I need." he replied.
Theresa stared in horror and racked her brain as to what she was going to do to make him leave.
He walked over to the CD player and started it as the music filled the room. "Dance with me." he said forcefully.
Scared to what he would do to her if she objected, Theresa obeyed his command. She shivered as she felt his cold arms wrap around her.
"Close your eyes and pretend I'm your boyfriend." he ordered.
Theresa slowly closed her eyes, mesmerized by what was happening. The song finally ended and she pulled away. "I'm tired." she repeated.
"Let's have another dance. You transformed your boyfriend with your love, maybe you can do the same for me." he said sickly.
Scared and horrified, Theresa stood stiffly as he put his arms around her again. As they danced she felt him slip his hand under her shirt. Tears streamed down Theresa's face at the feeling he gave her. He felt like a slime that she wanted to throw away.
"I wish I could be with you all the time." he whispered.
Theresa finally pushed away and stood up to him. "Well you can't because you're a sick perverted man who goes after children!"
"SHUTUP!" he yelled with a sudden burst of anger. He grabbed her and threw her down on the bed.
"No!" Theresa screamed, clawing and kicking at him. "Let me go!"
Knowing he had more power than Theresa, he held her down with one hand and began to pull down her pants and underwear with the other hand. "Our little secret." he whispered.
"NO!" Theresa yelled sobbing. She struggled to push him off, but to no avail he forced himself into her. "Don't do this! Please don't do this!" she cried. But her cries didn't help at all.
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A stunned Theresa sat motionless on her bed as she thought about the events of last night. Her shirt was torn, she had bruises all over her body, and she felt filthy. Tears fell down her cheeks and she looked straight ahead with a blank stare.
She then heard a knock on the door but she didn't move. She just sat there in shock. They knocked again and she finally opened the door. It was Fox.
"Hi, can I come in?" he asked.
Theresa nodded and stepped back.
Fox walked in the room puzzled at why everything was in a mess. "What happened here? Did a tornado come through?" he joked.
"No, I was raped." Theresa thought to herself. A tear slid down her cheek and she slowly sat down on the bed.
"Theresa? What's wrong?" he said seeing that something was wrong.
"Nothing." she managed to say.
Fox walked over to her, "Are you sure? Just tell me if something's wrong." he said putting his arm on her shoulder.
Theresa forcefully shrugged his hand off. "Don't touch me!"
"Look if this is about the other day, I'm really sorry." he said apologizing.
Theresa once again didn't answer as if he wasn't there.
Fox noticed a bruise on her shoulder and a rip in her shirt. "Theresa, are you sure everything ok?" he asked concerned.
"I'm fine, just leave me alone." she said as if she were on her on planet.
Fox nodded and headed for the door. He began to turn the door knob and Theresa began to have a flashback of when her rapist had locked the door.
"No! Just leave! I'm tired!" she sobbed breaking down.
"What?" Fox asked turning around. He walked over to her and reached out for her.
Theresa stared in horror as the man walked toward her, reaching for her, telling her he could help her. "No! Stay away from me!" she screamed. His image then transformed back to Fox's image.
"If thats what you want." Fox said puzzled. He slowly backed out and left Theresa alone.
"Our little secret." the voice said repeating in her head. Theresa closed her eyes and she became consumed with hurtful memories.
