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“Oh, you already taste so good. I’m going to make you feel so good,” he whispers.
Oh, gods. My eyes are shut as he kneads my body through my clothes. Somehow my skin is warm and cold at the same time. When I open my eyes, it feels like I’ve left my body and am looking down at the scene of my violation from above.
Oh, gods. Please no.
The dark elf seems to lose patience when I show no signs of cooperating. He pulls and picks at my clothing as my body goes slack.
Maybe if I just don’t fight, he won’t hurt me too much. My breath is shallow, every single breath hitching in my throat.
I still have to go to work tomorrow. Maybe if I just don’t fight, he’ll be nice. Maybe he’ll treat me gently.
I just want this to be over.
I shudder when he kisses me on the neck, and I close my eyes again. This might be happening to me, and it might be an inescapable situation, but I don’t think I need to see it.
I am already experiencing it, and that is enough.
Bile rises in my throat as his hands go between my legs. My body jerks away from him, and that makes him extremely angry because he grabs my throat again and slams my head against the wall behind me.
“Ouch!” I shriek, and tears pool in my eyes as I see stars. My ears ring, my head spins, and I can taste blood in my mouth where I bit down on my tongue.
“Just cooperate with me. And I won’t hurt you,” he whispers. His voice is nasally, and I know I’ll never forget it.
“Please,” I whisper one last prayer. “Please, I have to work tomorrow.”
“Then play along. And maybe you’ll get something out of this, too.”
And I try. I try to relax. I try to lose myself in the nighttime air. I try, but my skin runs hot and cold at the same time, my head hurts, and my hands are bleeding where I have dug holes into them with my nails.
But then I hear it. Something rips.
Something that I am wearing. My pants.
Suddenly, I feel his hands on my bare legs.
“Your skin is so soft for a working girl. Dark elf girls could never match up to the fun I can have with a human. They’re all so uptight. All I want is a little slut.”
I burst into tears, and this upsets my attacker further. He slaps me twice across the face.
“Just enjoy it,” he tries to convince me as he opens the front of my jacket. I can feel his erection against my stomach. “Just enjoy it. You’re upsetting me. I don’t want to be upset.”
He kisses me full on the mouth then, and I nearly stop breathing. There is a lump in my throat that I cannot swallow down no matter what I do.
His mouth is wet and sloppy, and his breath is acrid.
I think I’m going to die here. Tonight I’m going to die.
I don’t know what I’ll do if he doesn’t kill me afterwards. I might have to beg him to.
How could I possibly go on after this? How can I go back to my small shack in the lowtowns where I barely have enough to eat? How can I continue working backbreaking jobs when the one thing I have always held dear to me – my freedom – has been taken away?
Hopefully, he’ll be merciful and kill me.
I am still crying. My body goes slack, my hands loosen, and the lump vanishes from my throat.
What am I going to do? What am I going to do?
Oh gods, someone please help me!
