Nightmare(*Author's Note: Please read the memo up on top on what this story is about before you read this. Thank you*)
It was cold where I was and where I was, I didn't know. I woke up and somehow found myself lying on a cold, stoned floor. I sat up and scanned around the room. From the looks of it, I realized I was in a sort of chamber room. On of those rooms where you would see on TV from the medieval times. Hook chains hung about from the ceiling. The room was empty, except for the white, rectangle table that stood in the middle of the room. I walked over to it, and the table was cleaned.
I placed my hand on top of it and ran my fingers over the cold surface. Just then, I heard a noise, like a chattering noise. I scanned the room and didn't see nothing that could cause it, until I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I gasped and quickly spun around with my fist balled ready to be the shit out of whoever it was.
I came face to face with who I assume was a male. Couldn't really tell by the way his face was deformed. I wanted to scream as I saw his mouth. His mouth was expanded wide to expose his chattering teeth; at least I found out where that noise was coming from.
I went to utter a scream until his fingers slid down my throat and stopped at a point where I couldn't utter nothing. The male chattered a hiss and pushed me down on the table. I shivered at the cold touch from the table. Suddenly, the male slowly pulled his two fingers back up and wipe them on his black, leather uniform. I was looking out of the corner of my eyes for a way to escape this thing! Sadly though, there was no way, not unless I some how pushed this male away from me and made a run for it, but I don't see that happening.
Suddenly, a hand on my upper thigh brought me back from my thoughts. I looked down and saw him moving his hand up under my shorts. My breath caught in my throat and a feeling of pleasure had washed over me. The male chattered his teeth in a normal pace as he moved his hand towards the rim of my panties. I bit my tongue and shut my eyes. I hoped he wasn't going to rape me, but I knew he was. He was going to take something special from me; something all men like him wanted for just the pleasure and nothing more.
I felt tears comes to my eyes, but I squeezed my eyes shut to block them. Just then, I felt my boy shorts sliding down off my legs. Cool air hit me down there and then I felt my legs being forced open. My eyes shot open and I looked down to see the male move in between them. I was thankful that he was dressed.
"Ple-please don't hu-hurt me.", I stuttered.
The male stopped chattering his teeth and suddenly, he moved his hands up from my thighs and stopped at the top rim of my panties. He trailed his fingers along the rim very smoothly and before I knew it, he started to tug at them. My breath again caught in my throat and I watched down as he began to slide my panties down. I uttered a cry and this caused the male to stop and look over at me. His expression was unreadable. His teeth stopped chattering and just looking at his mouth made me want to vomit. The wires in his cheeks looked very painful. His whole face looked like it was in pain, but it didn't seem to phase him. His eyes were hard to see since they were planted far apart on each side. I caught a glimpse of blood on his neck and was shocked to see his neck exposed open a little bit. From where I laid, I could see his neck bone and how deep the wounds on his neck were.
I gasped and saw how close we were face to face. I got a good look at his eyes, and saw nothing, but darkness in them. His eyes were cold and very deadly. Just seeing this, caused me to look away, but the male wouldn't have it. He cupped my chin and made me look back at him.
Tears were streaming down my cheeks and dropped down between my legs. He saw this, and raised his hand up to my face to wipe my tears away. I was shocked as he did this. He then cupped my chin again with one hand, while he was rubbing my waist with the other. I was surprised at this. He wasn't going to hurt me from the looks of it. What surprised me even more was when he took my arms and wrapped them around his neck. He re-wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. He scooted close in between my legs. He lowered his one hand down from waist and started to rub my thigh. For some reason, this felt good and so right.
There was something about this male creature. He wasn't going to hurt me for which I thought he would, but instead, he was...loving me? He was treating me like a boyfriend would do his girlfriend.
The male started chattering his teeth again and he gripped my waist and started to lower me back on the table.
"What are you doing?", I asked.
Without a word, the sound of a zipper unzipped and I knew then. He was going to hurt me, he was going to rape me! With the sound of a piece of clothing dropping to the floor (which I think was his pants), the male pulled me close back to him with my legs apart. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for it to happen. I waited for the pain. I waited for him to take away what was important to me; my life, my virginity, my innocence.