JULIA DACOSTER

ll and her butt facing him.

He still had his hand covering her mouth together with the scarf. No amount of noise she made could leave the room. With his other free hand, he trace his hand on her thighs reaching to her underwear when his hands finally got to them he slights them halfway.

He used one leg to spread her legs as her other free hand moved in between her thighs. The young lady tried to fight him off with both hands but he had her pinned against the wall so hard that not even her two hands could save her.

He thrust into her deep and started to ride her as fast as he could, as the young lady cries and still fights her but compared to her strength she was like a little kitten before him.

When he realized she won stop fighting with her hands, he lets go of the hand covering his mouth and holds her hands back, he uses them as leverage as he thrust deeper into her.

Soon he shoots a series of semen into her and pulls out releasing the young lady, she fell on the ground. She didn lift her face, hiding behind the curtain of her hair. It was her only shield, one so feeble and fragile but perhaps hiding her shame and the fact that she was just raped was more of a priority.

She was hurt and the heaviness was too much on her that she couldn help but crumble down. The urge to call someone for help clenched her heart but she fears being judged and in a small town like the one they are in, everyone will get to know about it.

She felt dumb and didn know what she did wrong to earn such a punishment. The man walks out without saying a word. He pulls his zip up and this was seen by his friend right away he could figure out what had happened.

The young lady felt tired and helpless, she gave up the idea of going to the police. She only wants to forget what had just happened to her. The energy to talk to someone about it was lost yet her tears were unforgiving since they never stopped their downpour. She walks out of the door and never looked back.