Fifty shades of agony
I swung round to see his face extremely close to my own. An alarm bell rung in my head and I suddenly ached to be in Christian's warm arms.
"Um.. Can I help you?" I asked the red-haired man Awkwardly whilst avoiding his gaze. He smirked at me again as I felt the hair on my arms stand up.
" Yeah babe, you can help me alright. By coming with me." His voice was husked and low and I suddenly felt threatened. My phone rang in my pocket, the familiar ringtone warming my heart. As I fetched it from my pocket, the man tore it from my grasp. I gasped, watching him smash it onto the ground. Oh no. I felt my body panic at the thought of Christian. He couldn't call me. Or track me. I was completely on my own with this venomous man. I knew I had to hope of fighting, so I decided another approach.
"Look, I'm late to meet with my husband. I've really go to get going-" I was suddenly taken by my upper arm and dragged down the silent street. I desperately looked around for someone-anyone-but was left with nothing. I prayed Christian was okay.
" What the hell are you doing? Let me go right now!" I yelled, using my free hand to pry his fingers of his grip. He tightened it and I felt the ache from his hand, my skin burning under his touch. Suddenly, we turned direction down a deserted alley and my heart felt as if it wanted to jump out my chest. Horrible thoughts filled my head as tears threatened in my eyes.
Dear God, no.
He said nothing, shoving me hard against the old bricks of the building. My body tensed up and I felt myself shaking. The Red-haired man smiled, his eyes alight with excitement. I wanted to get away, as the thoughts of Christian finding me used...Sobs began to evict from my throat. One of the man's hands forced on my mouth in attempt to keep me quite. He avoided eye contact, wondering if he felt any guilt at all. I attempted to bite his hand but the angle was out of my reach. His body pressed against mine, trapping me between him and the wall. I could feel the horror of his trousers press against me. I felt dirty. Guilty. This isn't Christian, no, no no. His free hand roughly started to rip at my jeans, the button ripping off and landing on the floor silently. I felt bile in my throat and I began to pray. Pray I'd see Christian again, Kate, Ray...Oh god please. No.