My eyes bulge out of my head, taking in my abductor.
COREY!
“What the hell!?” I pound on his chest with my fist.
A dark carnal smirk quirks at the corner of his lips as he advances on me, pressing his entire body against mine, engulfing me in the unlit corner.
“Let me go.” I try to push him backward but he doesn’t budge.
“No, I like you, Lex. I’ve liked you since high school.” He terrifyingly states, looming his massive body over mine. His eyes burning into mine like the devil has consumed his soul. I know he’s about to do bad things to me. I can feel the raw, sexual, sadistic tension wafting off him in powerful surges. He wants me and he’s not going to take no for an answer.
“That’s nice, Corey, but I’d really like to get back to my friends now.” I try to stay calm. I can do this. I’ve done it a hundred times before. I can take it. It can’t be any worse than I’ve been through before.
“But I like you.” His warm liquor infused breath fans my face and I crinkle my nose in revulsion. Swallowing hard, I try my best not to cower with fear. I’m so scared; I can feel the tears wanting to break free. But I can’t let them. I can’t let him win. If I cry, or I freak out, all the years of staying strong and living through torture will have been for nothing.
“That’s nice, Corey, but please let me go.” Maybe if I don’t fight and I’m nice, he won’t think this is a game he has to win and he’ll let me go. I can only pray that’s the case.
Tsking me like an errant child, he buries his nose in the crook of my neck. His body’s forced so hard against mine I can feel the outline of the thick erection in his jeans firmly pressing into my stomach.
I think I might throw up.
“God, you smell soooo good, baby.” He groans, sniffing me like a dog and I timorously shiver all the way down to my bare toes.
Baby? He called me baby. That’s what Brian used to call me…
If I could only hit him in the nuts, but my arms are pined to my sides and I can’t lift my leg. I’ve tried.
“All the things I’d love to do to this body.” He reveals, grinding his erection against my stomach, his hand palms my hipbone and he slides it down to the hem of my dress.
Oh no!
“I wonder what we have under here?” Slowly, he lifts the hem of my dress and I steel my emotions. He will hit me if I yell; I just know it. And no one will hear me back here if I did. The music is thumping too loudly.
“Please don’t.” I plead, closing my eyes and preparing for the worst. Inching closer to my center I know what he’s about to find. And I just pray he’s too drunk to remember it tomorrow. It’s not at all what he’s expecting. I’m not like every other woman. I’m a slight bit more. The lady that lives there stays hidden and tucked away and has since I was fourteen years old.
Please God, don’t let him feel it. Please God, don’t let him beat me once he finds out! Ohhhhh God! Please no!
Tears well behind my closed lids and I hold my breath to will them away. Humping into my belly, his hand tortuously approaches my center, just inches away from the thin fabric of my tan cotton panties.
“Fuck, Lex, you’re one hot bitch.” His tongue ruthlessly laps my neck saturating my skin with his disgusting saliva.
Curling my toes and holding my breath, he begins to unwelcomingly nibble on my collarbone, stopping an inch from the seam of my panties with his fingers, where my lady lives.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing fuckhead?!” a familiar voice yells, without a doubt, flaming pissed off.
Opening my eyes, I turn my head, and Corey looks to see Roni, my savior, stalking angrily toward us.
“Go away!” he yells back and she starts to walk even faster, closing in.
Thank you, Roni!
“You better back away, Corey, or I’ll kill you myself.” She snarls, her eyes blazing with all the demonic infernos within the depths of hell itself. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this outraged.
Corey refuses to release me and as Roni reaches us she grabs his shirt and yanks him away, and I push his chest at the same time to help.
“Go, Lex” She darkly orders, pointing toward the main part of the bar. Keeping her hand twisted in Corey’s shirt. His eyes are focused on her and she him.
I don’t listen. I scurry out of the corner and come to stand beside her.
“Lex…” Her warning tone and locked jaw tells me she’s not playing but neither am I. He’s drunk and I won’t let him hurt her either.
“Fine.” She huffs and without a second to spare she upper cuts him square in the nose.
Corey shrieks so loudly it pierces my ears and immediately he covers his without a doubt, broken nose.