Someone was on top of me. The feeling reminded me of something, but I couldn't place it in my head. As I came to, I felt something else, heavy breathing against my ear, a hand in my hair, and another on my thigh. A body rubbed against mine, rhythmically. I was fully awake now. I looked up and over, the b lack hair streaked with red was a dead give away...red mist.

"Are you raping me?" I said as I felt his rough penetration.

"Fuck! Your not supposed to be awake yet!" he yelled out, on the verge of being breathless.

He continued, my body was so weak, I just let him defile me. Its not like I had anything anymore. Its not like I was special, or a good girl, my virginity was destroyed, it had been months ago. I hated myself for this moment, but enjoyed it a little. The feeling of a body touching mine, rubbing me...well it almost felt...good.

He moaned out as he came. It felt good. It made my back arch in agreement. He caressed my painted face, and kissed me on the lips.

"Thank you," he said. I had no idea what he meant.

He pulled himself from inside me, and placed his costume back on. I looked at him, the red costume was dark and menacing, the mask was terrifying, and his hair was utterly attractive, I felt a strong urge to ask him for more...but held back. for all I knew he could kill me, now that he had gotten what he wanted at last.

I was laying on top of some big cushioned platform. It was covered in black. A large come stain rested on the sheets underneath me, I looked down lifelessly. It had felt good...i was a terrible person, i had just been raped, a second time, and this time i liked it. What the fuck was my problem?

My boots were on the floor, and so were my weapons, and lab coat. Red mist stood at the opposite side of the room, leaning against the wall. I felt like I needed to break the silence, in some way.

"I liked it." I said quietly as I reached for my boots.

"No you didn't." he spoke back, it was harsh.

"No, really, I did...and I know I shouldn't, but it felt good." I said, stumbling over my words.

He looked over at me, skepticism in his eyes. He walked to me, and touched my face. His un-gloved fingers swept to my neck and down to my chest. He grabbed me, the feeling was unparallelled lust. I moaned out softly.

"You like this?" he asked.

"Fuck yea." I replied.

He reached both hands out grabbing my breasts, and leaning towards me. I couldn't help my gushing moans.

"How can I do this to you?" he asked worried.

"What?" I was so confused at this point.

"I'm a nobody, I have to rape women in their sleep to get any pussy...what makes you like this from me?" his question pissed me off, and I pressed my body against him.

"Shut the fuck up right now..." I said as I looked into his eyes.

Then as if they sped up the film, I kissed him, and before I knew it he was pulling away, and walking away from me. A door opened, and I heard him speak.

"Let her go..." his voice was bleak, and terrifying.

I woke up the next morning in my room, the night had been a blur. It was Thursday. I had school, fuck. I showered and dressed myself. Every second was consumed with the events of last night. Its almost like I could feel him on me, I could feel his lips his hands, and other things. But I didn't even know if it was real or not. I reached in between my legs, and there was the tell-tale sign...it had been real, and I had loved it. I cursed at myself. I picked up my bag and left for school.

I ended up in Economics late that afternoon. It felt like everyone's eyes were on me, I hid in my hoodie. That last class was painfully slow. But eventually let out, and I was on my way home, but someone stopped me.

"Hey, are you alright?" it was Chris.

"Yea, I feel like I'm just kind of out of it lately." I replied, feeling guilty about last night.

"Well I know how that is." he said in an exasperated tone, and we walked away together.