Have you ever had one of those times when you're really scared so the temptation to keep your eyes closed is like an almost irresistible compulsion ?

I used to do this when I was a little girl on visits to the doctor to get booster shots , god I hated Dr Phelps , he was a mean old cantankerous goat , he had this horrible hairy wart on his cheek that reminded me of a squished spider , it was gross . Now I think on it I wonder why someone like him who was in the medical profession didn't look into having it removed , but maybe he just didn't care enough about what folks thought , he certainly came across that way sometimes .

When mamma would roll up my sleeve I would steal a quick look at the mean old doctor as he filled the syringe from one of those little bottles and squirt some out to get rid of the air bubbles , this little ritual always filled me with a sense of dread at what was to come .

He shuffled closer on his wheeled office chair and grip my arm as it was offered up by mamma

As soon as he touched me my eyes would clamp down like little security shutters at the bank , I swear if you had popped little sticks under them they would still have shot down , sending the sticks flying no doubt , I just couldn't bear to see the needle slide into my arm , it was like I could disassociate myself from what was happening to me as long as I didn't look .

That's what was happening now

As much as being in a room with two Vampires with my eyes closed seemed like a foolish thing to do , I couldn't work up the courage to look at the monster that was about to rape me here on this cold damp floor . I wished to god they had not taken my cloths , I would do just about anything right now for a pair of thick jeans and a jumper . It's not that I was crazy of traumatised enough just yet to think some denim and wool would prevent the horror that was about to be inflicted on me , it was just that I knew such garments would have at least given me precious seconds to come to maybe some sort of resolution about how I would handle it , would I fight , lay back and let it happen

I suppose from a cold clinical point of view just letting him get on with it would ensure that maybe he hurt me less , but then I recalled the young girl and the two things from before and scalded myself for indulging in false hope , it would hurt because that's how these things wanted it , they wanted to hurt me .

But it was all a moot point anyway , all I had in the way of protection between me and my fate was a hospital gown that I could have ripped in half in two seconds so against these things standing a foot from me , no chance

These gowns were made to provide easy access to your body for the medical professional , but they worked just as well for Vampire rapists

They would have it off me in seconds and be inside me probably before I knew what was happening

I know it's a sin to wish God to strike you dead but In that instant I didn't care , I sinned , I sinned over and over again in my head

When my arm was grabbed I damn nearly jumped clear out of my skin , my spine went stiff as a board as I battened down the hatches for what I thought was going to happen next

So I was pretty surprised when I was yanked to me feet instead of pushed onto my back or rolled onto my stomach , it's not as if I had experience with this sort of thing but I would have thought sexually assaulting someone who was standing up would be tricky

Before I could contemplate this further , I was moving , it was meat puppet hour again

The familiar hand clamped down and this time I just went with it , I stayed limp as possible to minimise resistance so they would know I was cooperating

I stuck with my trick of looking at the floor , it seemed preferable to looking around , if I'd learned anything in my time here it was every occasion I looked up I saw something I would wish to my grave I hadn't , the images I had witnessed in a few short hours here were cattle branded to the insides of my eyelids , years later I would still see them in my sleep

Especially the girl

More frog marching , I did my best to keep up but they were taller than me , especially the one walking ahead , I could tell by what I had seen of his legs that he was a very tall one , my puppeteer I think just increased his speed to stay in step , I just had to do my best

I didn't know what would happen if I fell but I bet it wouldn't be good

After a moment we stopped in front of what appeared to be a desk or some such , I couldn't be sure as my eyes remained down cast , I listened to the things briefly exchange words

'' In need you to sign here , you understand that as of this point the stock shows no indication of infection , but once it leaves here we are not liable for any health issues that occur , we practise a no refunds policy ''

This was the puppeteer , I could tell

'' Understood '' That was long legs

There was movement going on around me but I remained where I was , eyes down

When my strings were cut , and by that I mean my neck was released from its boa tight hold I almost sagged to the floor , I hadn't realised id been walking on pretty much tip toe this entire time

I was startled when a pair of what looked like white Crocs landed in my view , I stared at them for a second , well it didn't take a genius to figure this out , I stepped slowly into them , that was easy to do as they must have been about three sizes to big , but I must admit the relief from the cold floor was nice , but not so nice it took the edge of my possibly impending death

For that I would have needed a bottle of Wild Kentucky and a pack of Xanax

Unsure what to do next I just stood there mute , they had been rather efficient up till now to let me know in no uncertain terms what they wanted of me so I just went with the flow , when a hand made contact with the small of my back I jumped again but quickly recovered

It pushed me a little like it was trying to get me going , when it was removed I stopped , it was just habit now

The owner of the appendage seemed to figure this out as it quickly replaced the hand and this time left it there as we walked at a mercifully slower pace now , I must have cut a ridiculous figure in a white hospital gown that was about a size to small and big floppy shoes that were far too large for me , they shuffled and clacked against the ground , I was forced to grip the insides with my toes to stop myself just walking out of them

We passed through multiple sets of doors and what must have been a few yards of corridor , it was difficult to judge as the floor looked the same throughout this place apparently

When a final set of doors opened and I was hit with a cold gust of wind I almost choked on the sudden rush of tears that hit me like a mini tsunami , I had never thought I would see the outside world again , it was tarmac but Jesus at that minute I seriously thought about doing a Pope and falling to me knees and kissing that ugly cracked black car park floor .

I must have faltered for a second at getting out of there alive but oddly the hand didn't grab or yank or pull me but just stopped , I quickly started again but did take a moment to consider that

More clack , clack ,clacking in my clown shoes and then the hand shifted from my back to my shoulder and stopped me , I heard the jingling of car keys being fished out of a pocket and then the same keys hitting a lock .

Maybe it was the sleep dep or healthy dose of delayed shock/PTSD but I suddenly found myself wanting to laugh out loud about Vampire's having to deal with something so human and trivial as car keys , did they lose them like humans and spend an hour searching there castle or cave or whatever for them before going back to the first place they looked and finding them .

I was starting to feel hazy , maybe a little manic , I'm not sure what

A clunk sounded and a red door swung into my ground view , again the hand was back on the base of my spine and pushing me forward , like the Croc's it was obvious what I was supposed to do here

Whatever type of car this was it was low , sporty , maybe some kind of muscle car I wasn't certain . It wasn't that I was a girly , girl that only knew where the petrol went but there is only so much you can discern from a small piece of door and then passenger side stairwell

Once situated the door was closed with minimal amount of force , that was a small mercy as my poor little heart had aged about ten years in the last 48hrs , if you were to have blown up a paper bag and popped it behind my head at that time ? . I would have dropped dead on the spot , I'm not kidding you

I was alone for less than a second before the driver's door opened and I felt the weight of the car shift and sag , wow someone was a big boy

The deep pulsating rumble of the engine started , it travelled the entire breadth of the vehicle the way only a beast of an engine like a V6 or V8 could do , the throbbing cylinders under the hood caused the car to vibrate , unfortunately it also caused my ear tag to behave strangely and the up till now silent lobe pain started again in earnest , I blinked back the tears .

Suddenly it leaned into my space , I felt its shape sidle up next to me and then loom over , ok , here it was , it was finally going to kill me , Christ I remember thinking , maybe this is like their version of the drive through or takeaway , grab your food and then eat it in your car .

I clamped my eyes shut , I did not want to see it coming , call me a coward but only do it after you've been in a situation you think your about to die , then see your preconceptions dry up fast . That bit in the movies when they offer a blindfold and the condemned declines with a turn of his head ? . That's not blasé , that's fucking hard core , until you're in that same situation shut the hell up you have no idea what you're talking about , to watch your death delivered is no small act of courage , I just didn't have any left by that point .

Any second it would start chewing on me and ripping and scratching , tearing me limb from…

CLICK

The presence retreats and I open my eyes again to look down at the black stretch of seat belt across my chest , ok , what the hell .

Did it just belt its dinner in ? .

The car rocked forward and we were away , after what must have been about half an hour or so the urge to look to me left was getting pretty strong , I was locked in an internal debate . My earlier thoughts about how every time I peeked I regretted it were still in my mind but curiosity can be a incredibly powerful force , I've heard it said by people most likely much more intelligent than me, it's supposed to man kinds biggest strength and weakness rolled into one , its pushes us ever forward but sometimes that takes us to some crappy places .

I was really starting to feel tired now but sleeping just wasn't an option , I was almost thankful for the tag that rocked with the motion of the car as every time it hit my shoulder it sent a sharp wakeup call my way , it was unrelenting like a baby that's got designs on your ear rings and won't rest until it yanked them clean out .

I have no clue how long the drive was , but the speed we were going had me guessing it was pretty far , what added to my sense of discombobulation was that it hadn't turned the head lights on , I had no idea how it could see out into the inky black to travel as fast as we were , I had never played night chicken in high school but I knew kids who did , well we seemed to be playing it now , I half expected us to hit something any minute but we never did , I've since learnt all about Vampire's and there sensory perception , owls have nothing on the undead , of course owls don't normally drive sports cars at 90 Mph down country roads at night

All too soon , or not soon enough the car slowed and we took what felt like a right turn into a crunchy gravel drive , we slowed more and more before coming to a complete stop , it cracked its door open without preamble and slinked out , I quickly undid my own belt as I didn't want a repeat of the up close and personnel kind

Sure enough my door opened and it awaited me to alight our ride , I shimmied out as best I could and my face burned at the fact I had no underwear on , the feeling of sticky leather on my genitals was most unwelcome , I was betting if it could see to drive a car at night then I had just given it an eye full , but then again I still expected to be delivered to our destination and then raped to within an inch of my life and perhaps beyond , so screw it .

We were back to the hand again and I was back to staring at the floor , yep , I was right it was gravel , that thick chunky kind that smarts like billy O to walk on , I hoped that non got in my clown shoes as otherwise I would just have to walk with the little stony hitch hiker as it went without saying I couldn't stop and fish it out .

Gravel , gravel , more gravel , then some sort of path way that led up to steps , it fished for keys again and then I heard some sort of bleeping tones in quick secession , electronic keypad ? .

I'm not sure if it was my imagination but I could swear the door hissed when it opened and then was closed behind us , now I had deep plush and obviously expensive looking carpet to look at , so that was a nice change .

I was shepherded down a short corridor to another door and the tones happened again but no keys this time , I was certain this door hissed when it was opened

Stairs led down and its hand fell on my shoulder to steady me , I think there were about two dozen steps so we were pretty far down before I hit carpet again , this time it was a pale blue , again it was the expensive kind , this thing must have a much better decorating budget than I ever had

More being led through a few turns , this way and that , whatever this place was it was sizable , not just a converted basement but what seemed to be a whole other house , although this was all discerned form the floor .

Third door , third key pad , third hiss

Once inside it was again carpet , cream , now I just had to look up , for one thing I had a killer crink in my neck and secondly the suspense was killing me , I had to know where I was , what was going on , as soon as I did I wanted to kick myself, I was right , I never should have looked , my gut lurched and I felt the tears break rank with my eyes and stream down my face , I was staring at a big king size four poster bed , this was it , this is where he would rape and kill me , or if I was really unlucky maybe he would keep me alive to toy with over time , flashes of the worst and I do mean WORST sexual torture my mind could conjure up lurched through my brain , I almost crossed my legs at the knee in reflex

Behind me the door hissed closed , trapping me with my executioner

I whimpered and then choked back a sob

Here we go .