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Mort took out a bottle of wine and two fancy glasses and set it on the coffee table in the living room. He walked over to the sound system and placed a love song cd into the cd player and put it on. Then he went over to the wall and fiddled with the light dimmer, making the room only the slightest bit lit. The mood was perfect.

Ding dong. The doorbell rang.

Mort checked his watch. 8pm right on the dot. He went over to the front door and opened it up. It was Juliet. She walked into the house.

"Hi, Mr. Rainey," She said as she slipped off her coat and draped it over the couch.

"Please. Call me Mort," Mort said.

"Okay... Mort," Juliet said nervously.

Mort gestured to the couches in the living room, "Go ahead. Take a seat. Make yourself at home," Mort said.

Juliet slowly made herself over to one of the couches and took a seat.

Mort took a seat on the couch right next to her, even though there were plenty of other places to sit in the room. He moved up close to her, so there was no room between them.

Mort took Juliet's hand in his, "I'm so glad you said yes," He leaned in close to her and tried to kiss her but she pulled away from him.

"Whoa there, Mr. Rainey!" Juliet yelled.

"Right," Mort said, backing off from her, a little disappointedly, "Where are my manners?" He said and picked up the bottle of wine, "Wine?" He asked.

"Sure..," Juliet said uncomfortably.

Mort poured wine into the two glasses, "And I told you that you could call me Mort," He said.

"Oh. Yeah," Juliet said, picking up her glass of wine and taking a sip.

She pulled the glass away from her mouth, "What's in this?" Juliet asked in horror.

"Just a little bit of ol' Jack Daniel's," Mort said, chugging his glass.

He poured himself another.

"Sorry... Mort.. But I'm going to have to pass up on the 'wine'," Juliet said, placing her glass on the coffee table.

"Sure, babe. Whatever you want," Mort said, "More for me!" He grabbed the wine bottle and chugged the whole thing.

Juliet looked at him in horror.

Mort brought the empty bottle away from his face, placed it roughly on the coffee table and wiped the excess off his mouth.

"So, how about you and I go upstairs?" Mort asked, drunkenly.

Juliet looked horrified. "How about no! I'm sorry I ever agreed to this mess of a date! I'm outta here!" Juliet said, grabbed her jacket from off the couch and walked towards the door.

Mort got up and went after her. He grabbed her. "You're not going anywhere!" He yelled.

Juliet turned around and looked at Mort disbelief. She looked into his eyes. The eyes which had forced her to go out with him in the first place. They had been sweet, beautiful eyes. But now, they looked mean and full of hatred. Her grip faltered and her jacket slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor. A tiny scream emerged from her lips as she realized that she would not be going home that night.

He dragged her, kicking and screaming up to the bedroom. She clawed at him with her nails a few times and he had cuts on his body from where she had done the damage.

He threw her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. She struggled beneath him, but he overpowered her and beat her. She knew that she could not escape, and finally gave up. Her body was in pain.

Then, he raped her. She was defenceless and could do nothing but lie there and cry.