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A gloved hand wraps around my throat and mouth, hindering me from screaming or calling for help. The beak of the mask runs over the skin of my cheek in a caress. I can’t move. I try to move my thighs, but I can’t. He has me pinned underneath him.
“Let me go,” I demand.
He shakes his head and squeezes my throat tight enough so he can remove the hand covering my mouth and slide it up my thighs.
“Don’t.” The hand stops but then slides between my legs and rips my panties.
Two fingers pinch my clit, causing me to cry out. The trees rustle, and birds fly into the sky.
He pulls something out from under his robe, and I notice it’s a ball gag. He swiftly wraps it around my head and shoves it in my mouth. I'm too exhausted to fight. Tears slide down my cheeks. My vision goes in and out. This has to be a dream. If I close my eyes, I’ll wake up, and it will be morning, but when I open my eyes, he’s between my legs, tying my hands above my head and tying the rope to the root of the tree. The same fucking one I tripped on.
I try to pull my arms free when I feel a surge of adrenaline, but I can’t. He knew what he was doing, getting me to run. He wanted me to be tired and without enough strength to fight him off.
He’s one of them. I can feel it. There is nothing I can do. He will find me. They will find me.
I can’t speak. I can’t move. His weight is on my hips, keeping me from kicking out with my legs.
His leather-gloved hands lifted my sweater, grabbing me by the hips. His thumbs are caressing my skin. He dips the beak of his mask, sliding the leather tip over my slit. I moan at how dirty and crazy it feels. My pussy is not in tune with the terrors crossing my mind. He plays with my clit with the tip of the mask.
I moan like I’m on the set of a porn flick. It spurs him on, and he moves faster until I’m shamelessly coming, looking up at the dark sky with tears in my eyes. I’m messed up.
I’m so fucked.
My sweater is shoved ruffly up to my neck, exposing my breasts. The air claws at my heated nipples after he pinches them.
I hear the rustle of fabric and then the feel of something hard between my legs. His cock is hot and heavy right at my entrance, teasing me. I close my eyes and then feel it when he roughly shoves his huge dick inside me. My eyes snap open, and I feel it. I feel him.
He fucks me hard. Savagely. My ass lifts off the ground. His thrusts snatch the air from my lungs. He growls like an animal. One hand grips my throat. My body was wet with sweat. Thick fog rolls in like a tie all around us, but he doesn’t let up. Fireworks go off behind my eyes as I feel every inch of his cock.
He grips my legs roughly, spreading them wide as he takes me to the ground. The fog is a backdrop behind the bird mask as he looks at me through the shiny black eyes. He looks frightening. My tits bounce every time he pounds into me.
I can’t take it.
I can’t hold it anymore, and I come hard.
A strangled moan escapes my throat, muffled by the gag in my mouth, followed by a loud growl from his throat. He comes inside me, and I smile.
I bolted up from the bed, wrapped in a warm blanket. I look around, trying to remember where I am while my eyes try to focus on the sun streaming from the window. I see the dust motes floating above me. I look to my right, and my throat clicks, feeling the soreness of my throat, while my eyes zero in on the bird mask sitting on top of the Formica top.
I shove the blanket off, touch myself, and wince. I’m sore like a freight train was shoved up my insides.
It happened. It was real, but I don’t remember when I got home or how.
I look around, but nothing is different except the scratches on my body from the trees and the soreness between my thighs.
The door behind me shuts with a loud thud in the church. The church is empty. There are four confessional booths to my right. I’ve never been a religious person, and my parents took me to church to get baptized and complete my confession, but other than that, I haven’t set foot inside a church. I don’t think I remember confessing my sins.
I walk over to the middle booth, see that the light is on, and then walk inside. The smell of rich wood, candles, and flowers envelops me. I see someone sitting on the other side through the lattice window.
The priest on the other side begins, “In the name of the Father and Son and the Holy Spirit...”
I glance up at the engraved message on the wood.
THEY'RE ALL LIARS. SPILL YOUR SINS SO THEY CAN HEAR YOUR PATH TO HELL.
“Are you with me, my child?” the priest says from the other side.
The words stick in my throat. The words I thought I would say were forgotten. My mind goes blank.
