"Fuck, you're so sweet." I hear the zipper of his jeans. "I'm not even inside you yet and I'm about to come." He grabs my ass, and I unconsciously push up onto my toes.
"Eager for it, little lady?" He rubs his dick against my entrance and breathes like a savage.
Yuck, no. Apprehensive. I don't want it to hurt. It always hurts.
"Are you at least going to uncuff me?" My fingertips are starting to go numb.
"No, why would I do a fool thing like that? I like you tied up. Helpless and all mine." He drives into me without any warning, and I scream. "I know it's good." He grunts as my stomach rolls. It's not good. It's disgusting. I hate it. I hate him. I press my fingernails into my palms until it feels like I'm going to draw blood, until I feel my own self-inflicting pain rather than him inside me. My hips slam against the car with every jarring thrust. I'm going to be bruised all over by the time this night is through. I don't know how long it takes, could've been minutes, could've been an hour, but I breathe for the first time when I recognize the broken moans and he freezes inside me. He's done.
It's done.
I allow my body to relax as he pulls out. I've been a tense, knotted ball of anxiety from the moment he yanked me out of the back seat.
"Okay, you're done. Now let me go." I try to push off the hood so I can stand upright. All I want is to cover myself and disappear into the darkness.
"Who says we're done?" The cop slams me back down.
"I gave you what you want, now give me what I want!" I shout. "Let me go!"
He laughs sinisterly as I struggle. "I'm nowhere near done with you, little lady. We're just getting started," he hisses.
Just getting started?
"We're done!" I try to kick him, and he laughs some more.
"You don't want to do that. You don't want to piss me off. It won't be pleasant for you."
"None of this is pleasant for me!" I buck and flail. "Get off me, you sick piece of shit! Get off me!"
"Not a fucking chance." He grabs a fistful of my hair and bangs my head against the hood of the car. I see stars, but it doesn't knock me out. It doesn't stop me from fighting him either.
"Get away from me!" I screech as I try to break free.
"You want to fight me? I like that, too. I like to break slutty little bitches like you."
During our struggle, he slips something around my neck. All my oxygen is suddenly cut off as I'm paralyzed with fear.
"Are we going to behave now?" The noose creaks, and I realize it's his leather belt. I whimper helplessly.
"That's exactly the response I was looking for my. Sweet. Little. Lady."
I cry and choke as he plays with my life. "I said we weren't through. You can cry and scream. It will fall on deaf ears. No one can hear you, and I love the sound of suffering." A tiny little noise escapes my lips. A frantic plea to let me go.
"Tonight, you belong to me. And I plan to take advantage of every single hole your body has to offer." I feel the brush of his semi-hard erection against the opening of my ass.
"No." I try to pull away, but he tightens the belt around my neck, subduing me.
"Yes." He pokes the head against the tense hole.
"No, no, no." I try to get away as he overpowers my small frame.
"That's right, fight me, sweetheart. Say no." The sick, twisted bastard wants to hear me beg. "Say no." He breaches the entrance, and I scream no not because he ordered me to, but because I really don't want this.
"Scream no." He slides in deeper, and I cry in agony. It hurts so much. More than anything has ever hurt before.
"Scream no." He pulls on the belt, contorting my body, lifting my chest off the hood as he traps my tiny hips against the car.
"No! No! No!" I feebly cry as every minuscule inch of him invades the virgin part of me. Half way through he stops as I gasp for air. My face stained with an unstoppable stream of freezing tears. I'm not sure, but I'm either going into shock or going numb from frostbite. Regardless of which, I'm fading away, and I'm completely okay with that. Anything that will remove me from this nightmare I'll gladly welcome.
"Do you think you can escape me?" he asks as if he knows my head is slipping into the clouds. I have no strength to answer, nor do I want to. "Scream no."
"NO!" I scream at the top of my lungs as my body is ripped right in two.
The world is hazy as it passes by in the window. I thought I died, and when I realized I hadn't, I wished that I did. With all the things I've been through in my life, I've never once wished for death until tonight. The man in the driver's seat is a devil with a badge and a free pass to terrorize the city.