Disclaimer: We should all know by now that the following story is fictional and that if you’re someone who can’t understand the difference between fantasy and reality you shouldn’t be on this site. Real rape is a crime.
Thunder shook the walls of the school. Rain danced on the roof. Occasionally, the wind would howl and rattle the windows, adding to the utter chaos of the storm outside. The lights were all off, save for two classrooms on the second floor. A boy’s bathroom was between both classrooms. The school was unique in more ways than one. It used to be a bank before it became a private Christian school. The location of the school was also distinctive, as it was not only a few blocks away from the town center but also situated in an area rarely traveled by most people.
Addison Lamb, Addie to everyone who knew her, was a teacher in one of the classrooms. She had gone to the school as a child. The school was a sanctuary where she could retreat from the constant chaos of the outside world, finding solace in the familiar halls and the comforting traditions of teaching both English and Bible to her students.
Addie was a vision of grace, with her fluid movements and unhurried pace. Her build was slender but strong, hinting at an inner resilience. Her features were delicate and symmetrical, giving her a timeless beauty. The warm glow of the flickering fluorescent lights danced off her chestnut brown hair, framing her face in soft waves. In the light, her hair shimmered with subtle auburn highlights, giving her a golden radiance. Her skin was white, fair, and seemed to glow with an inner calm. She wore a simple, elegant cross around her slender neck as a reflection of her faith. Her hands were graceful, with slender fingers that held books and sketchpads with care. A simple wedding ring and engagement ring adorned her finger, a symbol of her eternal love for her husband.
Her face was that of an angel. Her full lips were always curled into a warm, joyful smile and her round face radiated warmth. Dark, deep brown eyes held a quiet intensity and informed anyone looking into them how trustworthy, intelligent, kind, and thoughtful Addie was. Overall, Addie had the personality and warmth of someone who stepped out of the page of a children’s storybook.
The other teacher in the school was Paul. Paul was the nerdy kid in school but partially grew out of being a nerd. A gaming enthusiast, his skin was pale white from the lack of being outdoors. He was average height with a build that suggested he was naturally sturdy but not overly muscular—more of a regular, everyman physique. Though if needed he had old training on how to restrain someone to rely on should he get into a scrape, but he generally avoided direct confrontation preferring instead to wage war with words and wit. And yet…there was a dark side to the nerd within. A side of him that he had been secretly growing for years. It started off getting aroused at women characters tied up in various tv shows and movies and slowly evolved into rape fantasies. He was skilled at concealing the darkness within, but when he couldn’t hide it, he would use the excuse that his son Robert was going through a tough time and needed prayers. This tactic never failed because it was often true.
A few months prior to this particular stormy night, Paul had raped his child’s nanny. The nanny didn’t report it and no one else knew of his dastardly deed, not even his wife. The darkness within Paul had been growing like a slow burning wildfire, creeping into the corners of his mind and consuming every thought. As he eyed Addie, his gaze was filled with a sinister hunger, waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce.
The particular moment in time felt like a perfect opportunity to take advantage of Addie. Paul didn’t even have to plan for it to happen. The school had a ceremony just before the storm rolled in. The ceremony was a celebration of every student being on the A/B honor roll and a reward for all the hard work the students put in. All the other teachers, students, and parents had gone home except for Addie and Paul. Now all Paul had to do was work out how to get Addie by surprise. He didn’t have the luxury or time to drug her like he had Cassandra, but he was confident that he had superior strength compared to Addie.
It was cold inside the school, the heat shut off long ago because the school was too poor to keep it on after school hours. A storm outside probably didn’t help matters either. The windows were foggy from the cold and rain outside, giving the illusion of a thick layer of frost covering the glass. The coldness seeped into every inch of the school, making fingertips numb and causing shivers to run down spines. The floors were frigid underfoot, the tiles cracked and chipped in some places.
Paul went inside the boy’s restroom to pee. After he finished, he snuck a peek into Addie’s room. He saw Addie shiver and wrap her arms around herself despite wearing a sweater. She caught him looking at her and smiled warmly with a pleasant look in her eyes.
Suddenly a loud alarm blared throughout the school, causing both sets of eyes to widen in shock. It took a moment for Paul to realize it was both of their cell phones. His own buzzed frantically in his pocket. He pulled his phone out and his stomach dropped at the notification.
TORNADO WARNING! TAKE SHELTER NOW!
Paul looked to Addie for guidance since he was new to the school. “The vault,” Addie quickly said. Paul knew she meant the old bank vault where school supplies instead of money was now stored. It was a reasonable place to go during a tornado, Paul supposed. Addie quickly grabbed a book from her room and the pair raced towards the vault. Once inside, Paul flipped the light switch and shut the heavy door.
The pale light flickered from old florescent lights in the vault. Addie stood directly below a light, reading the book she had taken from her classroom. It was her Bible, Paul realized. She was reading it to probably calm her nerves.
Paul looked at his phone and noticed there was no service in the vault. Even though he was nervous about the tornado, he couldn’t help but feel excitement at being alone with Addie and absolutely no contact with the outside world. In fact, Paul realized, no one nearby would be able to hear anything due to the storm outside - if there was even anyone nearby. He could faintly hear the wind blowing in the vault like a loud whisper.
Paul felt a dark energy stirring inside him as he watched Addie reading her Bible. The flickering light danced across her face, accentuating her vulnerability. His eyes raked over her trembling form, drinking in every detail of Addison’s body, from her delicate neck to her bosom to her slender arms to her small waist. Paul’s breathing quickened as adrenaline surged through his veins. He took a step closer to Addie, his footfall echoing ominously in the confined space.
Addie did not look up, not at first. Her lips were moving in a barely audible whisper as Paul closed the distance between him and Addie. Then, Addie felt Paul’s presence closer to her and felt a very different sense of danger.
Addie glanced up at Paul, a flicker of unease crossing her features as she registered Paul’s predatory gaze. “Are you okay?” she asked hesitantly, her voice small and uncertain. Paul didn’t respond. His muscles coiled, ready to spring into action. In one fluid motion, he closed the distance between them, roughly grabbing Addie’s arms and twisting them behind her back. Her Bible fell out of her hands with a thump onto the floor.
“Hey!” She exclaimed, “What are you doing?” “You,” she heard from an amused and horny voice. “Oh, God!” Addie cried with tears forming in her deep brown eyes. Addie’s face was flushed and her brow glistening with sweat as she strained against Paul’s hold. Her eyes were wide with fear and her chest heaved with each desperate breath. The flickering fluorescent light cast grotesque shadows across his face, transforming his once-familiar features into something monstrous. Pure lust. For her. “Oh God!” Addie cried again.
She felt her sense of balance be interrupted and before she knew what was happening she had been dragged to a corner of the vault. Once her sense of balance was regained she realized exactly where they were, near packing tape and scissors.
Addie’s mind raced, panic rising like bile in her throat as she realized Paul’s intent. She strained against his grip once again without success. A vague memory popped into her head where he had told her he knew how to restrain someone from a different job. Panic rose even more as she realized he hadn’t forgotten his training and was using it all for her. All so he could… “No!” Addie cried.
Paul picked up a roll of tape and dragged her to the ground face down. She managed to roll her head to the left and the part of her that touched the floor felt absurdly, wickedly cold. She thrashed wildly, but Paul’s weight pinned her in place.
With practiced efficiency, Paul tore off a long strip of tape. The sound of it unraveling seemed to echo endlessly in Addie’s ears. In seconds, he had partially rolled up the sleaves to her sweater and bound her bare wrists tightly behind her back. The taste of bile rose in Addie’s mouth as she struggled against her attacker. With each movement, she felt the hard cement floor scrape against her face, filling her mouth with dust and grit. Addie screamed as loud as she could. The screams echoed off the walls of the vault, the sound of her struggles blending with the sound of their heavy breathing and the shuffling of their bodies.
“Get off me!” Addie cried. She felt a tug at her orange pants, they were Thanksgiving themed. “No!” Addie screamed as her pants were forced down her legs. The cold air hit her exposed skin, sending chills up her spine. Addie thrashed harder, her screams turning to choked sobs. She squeezed her eyes shut, hot tears streaming down her face and pooling on the dusty floor beneath her cheek. Her bound wrists scraped raw against the rough tape as she struggled with every ounce of strength. Her feet kicked in every direction, but she couldn’t see well enough to make contact with anything.
Paul’s weight suddenly lifted from her body for just a few moments, surprising her. Addie grunted when the weight was back shortly after. He didn’t give her any chances. “Might want to hold still,” Paul said with lust in his voice. “I don’t want the scissors to cut you.”
Addie felt a numbness flow through her that was unrelated to the cold. Wailing screams escaped her mouth as she obeyed, feeling like she didn’t have any other choice. The cold metal of the scissors grazed her skin, leaving a tingling trail of sensation in their wake. Her raw wrists and scratched legs protested as the fabric of her underwear was forcefully cut away.
“No!” Addie gasped when she felt one of his hands touch her down there, a place where she had only allowed her husband and no one else to touch. “Ooo all natural. You really are a good Christian woman aren’t you.” Addie tasted bile again as a wave of revulsion convulsed through her body. He was making fun of her unshaven womanhood and her faith. She felt her face flush with humiliation and shame.
“Stop it!” Addie shouted as Paul rolled her over onto her back. Her arms were painfully pinned underneath her. The metal floor of the vault was still painfully cold. “Let’s take care of the rest of those clothes,” Paul remarked lustfully. “Probably shouldn’t struggle now. I really don’t want these scissors to hurt you.” His voice changed to a menacing threat at the last sentence.
Addie wailed like a banshee as the scissors cut her orange sweater, her favorite orange sweater. The sound was like a piercing siren, echoing through the vault and jarring the air. Her scream was raw and primal, a desperate cry for help that went unanswered. The scissors tore through the fabric with a cold, callous precision, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The orange sweater, once beloved and comforting, was now nothing but tattered shreds. Her blouse underneath in the same state. Now Addie was nearly naked save for her bra. With a few snips of the scissors her bra was removed from her body.
Addie lay exposed, her body shivering violently from both cold and terror. The harsh fluorescent light of the vault illuminated every goosebump on her pale skin. She tried to curl inward, to shield herself from Paul’s predatory gaze, but her bound wrists prevented any semblance of modesty. “Please,” she begged.
Paul didn’t verbally respond and he leered at her naked body. It was better than he had imagined. It was clear from her tan lines that she never let the sun hit any private areas of her body. Paul’s eyes raked over Addie’s exposed form, drinking in every curve and contour. His gaze felt like a physical violation, leaving invisible stains on her flesh.
“God’s really outdone himself with you, hasn’t he?”
The blasphemous words made Addie’s stomach churn. She wanted to scream again, to fight, but terror had frozen her vocal cords and her voice was fading from screaming so much earlier. All she could manage was a choked whimper as Paul slowly peeled off his clothes in front of her. She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see the sight before her. But the image she had already seen was seared to her eyelids in an afterimage, taunting her. The sound of Paul’s clothes hitting the ground echoed in the vault, each item a small thud that seemed to taunt and tease Addie’s torment further.
Addie’s skin prickled as Paul’s rough, calloused fingers grazed over every inch of her body, leaving a trail of heat and discomfort in their wake. His touch felt invasive and violating, like needles digging into her skin. Addie’s mouth went dry as her tongue involuntarily ran over her lips, tasting the bitterness of fear and desperation. She could still taste the metallic tang of her tears from before, adding to the overwhelming sensory overload.
A thought occurred to Addie that she should pretend this was her husband. Maybe that would help her endure the torment. The thought shattered when she felt his lips against hers. His kiss was nothing like her husband’s. This was a kiss of pure lust and hunger absent of any love or care. Also her arms still hurt and this wasn’t the bedroom and…
Muffled moans of anguish escaped Addie’s lips as she felt her breast roughly squeezed. Her husband would definitely not do it that way. Paul’s fingers dug into her flesh, bruising and twisting. Addie’s body jerked involuntarily, trying to escape the cruel touch. Yet there was nowhere to go, no escape from the nightmare.
His lips moved to her neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks. Addie’s pulse raced wildly beneath his mouth. She could feel his hot, ragged breath on her skin. Addie felt one of his hands slide down her belly. “Please,” Addie managed to sob. “Please don’t.”
His fingers continued their downward journey, ignoring her plea. Addie’s body went rigid, every muscle tensed in anticipation of the violation to come. His fingers probed and explored, rough and invasive. Addie’s mind reeled, searching for an escape from the horror of her reality. She tried to retreat into memories of happier times, but that too was not a respite from the torment.
The cold metal of the vault floor pressed against her back and arms, a stark contrast to the oppressive heat of Paul’s body above her. The air felt thick and suffocating, heavy with the scent of sweat and fear. Addie’s fingers clawed uselessly at the smooth floor, seeking any kind of purchase or escape. But there was none to be found. She was trapped, helpless against the violation of her body. Her body…it was… “Oh God,” Addie wept.
“Have you ever tasted it?” Paul asked. Addie’s eyes displayed deep disgust and she made a gagging sound as if she were going to throw up. “Of course you haven’t,” Paul grinned. “You’re a good Christian girl. At least you were until tonight.” “I…I…” Addie stammered. “Please,” she begged “don’t do this I won’t tell anyone I swear I won’t if you just stop now please!”
“Depending on where the tornado hit you might not be saying anything ever again,” Paul calmly said. A cold wave of terror washed over Addie at Paul’s words. She might never be found. Never be saved. “No!” Addie screamed, finding her voice once more. Paul used the moment to stick a finger in her mouth. One of the fingers that was wet from her…her…
“If you bite me I will bite you. Besides we’re supposed to turn the other cheek remember?”
Addie choked and gagged, her eyes wide with revulsion as Paul’s finger invaded her mouth. The taste made her stomach heave. She wanted to bite down, to fight back somehow, but terror kept her jaw slack. Paul’s threat echoed in her mind - he would bite her. The thought of his teeth on her flesh sent a fresh wave of panic through her body.
“That’s it, taste yourself,” he taunted when it was apparent she wasn’t going to bite. “Not so pure and holy now, are you?” His words cut through her like knives, shredding what little remained of her dignity. Addie’s faith had always been her anchor, her source of strength and comfort. Now it felt like a cruel joke, mocking her in her darkest hour. The finger finally withdrew from her mouth. She sputtered, trying in vain to get the taste out with no success.
His cock invaded her mouth shortly after, surprising her. Addie choked and gagged, her entire body recoiling as Paul forced himself into her mouth. Addie’s throat constricted as she fought against the intrusion, tears streaming down her face. Her lungs burned for air as Paul thrust deeper, uncaring of her distress. The world narrowed to a pinpoint of agony and violation.
Through the haze of panic, Addie could faintly hear the wind howling outside. The storm outside raged on, masking any noise coming from the vault unless someone else was inside the school. But there was no one else. She prayed desperately for rescue, for this nightmare to end, but no salvation came.
Bile rose in Addie’s throat. She wanted to scream, to fight, but her body wouldn’t obey. Terror and revulsion paralyzed her as Paul used her mouth ruthlessly. Her world narrowed to the horror of the moment - the bitter taste, the struggle to breathe, the ache in her jaw, the cold hard floor against her back and arms.
The cock suddenly withdrew from her mouth. The muffled screams she made was now deafening since her mouth was clear of his member. “PLE” before she even finished the word she felt the weight of Paul’s body on her once again and his cock rammed inside of her womanhood.
Addie’s scream grew louder, unable to finish the word, as pain exploded through her body. Paul’s invasion was merciless, tearing into her unprepared flesh. Her back arched involuntarily, desperate to escape the agony, but his weight pinned her down. Each thrust sent new waves of anguish radiating through her core.
The vault’s cold metal floor bit into her skin as Paul’s assault drove her body against it repeatedly. The harsh fluorescent lights above flickered, casting grotesque shadows that seemed to dance and leer. Addie continued to scream and writhe in agony. The vault echoed with Addie’s muffled cries, the sound reverberating off the metal walls in a sickening chorus. Her body convulsed beneath Paul’s crushing weight, every nerve alight with searing pain. Paul’s grunts grew more feral, his rhythm erratic. Addie squeezed her eyes shut, silently begging for unconsciousness, for any escape from this hell. But her mind remained horrifyingly alert, registering every agonizing sensation.
Why did she feel like there was a fire in her body? It spread from her womanhood all over her. The last time she felt like this her husband…was…was… “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Addie screamed as the orgasm washed over her body. The unwanted pleasure crashed over Addie like a wave of acid, burning and corroding her from the inside out. Her body’s betrayal only intensified her anguish, shame, and self loathing.
Paul slowed his pace to mock her unwanted orgasm. “You’re a bad, evil woman now. Tainted. Broken.” Addie felt all the energy drain from her body. He wasn’t wrong, she realized. Tears dripped down her face, the only thing her body could do - that and grunt - against Paul’s assault on her body, her faith, and even doing it in her childhood school where she now taught.
Paul grabbed the scissors and cut the tape away from her wrists, knowing that Addie lacked the strength to do much harm if any. “Wrap your arms and legs around me,” he commanded. “We are lovers now,” he taunted.
Addie’s limbs felt leaden, her mind fragmented. A part of her wanted to claw at Paul’s face, to gouge out his eyes, but her body refused to cooperate. He grabbed her arms forcefully and pulled them around his damp body with a calculated slowness. Her skin crawled at the contact.
“That’s it, my love,” Paul mocked, his breath hot and rancid against her face. He intertwined her legs around his waist, arranging her like a twisted puppet. Addie’s body convulsed feebly in objection, but she was too weak to fight back.
Paul fucked her without remorse or mercy. Time lost all meaning. Had it been minutes? Hours? Months? Addie couldn’t tell. She drifted in and out of awareness. Eventually, mercifully, Paul finished with an animal groan. He collapsed on top of her, his weight crushing what little air remained in her lungs. Addie lay there, unmoving, as Paul’s ragged breathing slowly steadied until the wind, just a whisper from inside the vault, was the only noise that could be heard.
“We need to clean up,” Paul said. Addie’s mind recoiled at the casual intimacy of Paul’s words. Clean up. As if this were just some mundane mess, not the shattered remnants of her life. Her body felt alien, contaminated. She wanted to scrub herself raw, to peel away layers of skin until she could no longer feel his touch. Paul’s weight lifted off her, and Addie’s body instinctively curled inward. She felt exposed, vulnerable. The cool air of the vault raised goosebumps on her skin, a stark reminder of her nakedness.
Tentatively, Paul opened the vault door. “Looks like the school was spared," he said. "The tornado should be gone by now,” he said as if nothing had happened. The school still stood around them, and the wind was far less ferocious than it was earlier. Addie lay on the floor and blinked at him in utter shock. She tried to cover her private areas as best she could.
“Upstairs. There’s clothing up there. You should get dressed.” Right. The clothing he was referring to was clothes she wore while acting in or directing a play. There was a whole ensemble of options in a storage closet upstairs. Paul picked up his clothes and dressed himself. Addie just lay there arms and legs crossed over her private areas. “I could get something for you if you want” Paul offered. Addie didn’t reply. She couldn’t reply. Why was he acting like a lover? Was he serious?
Paul’s words hung in the air, unanswered. Addie’s throat constricted, choking back bile and screams that threatened to erupt. She couldn’t bear to look at him, couldn’t stomach the sight of his casual movements as he buttoned his shirt, smoothed his hair. Paul shrugged at the lack of response, indifferent and left Addie alone in the vault. She wanted to move but couldn’t. Pain all over her body, the worst in her womanhood where he…he… a single teardrop ran down her cheek and dripped to the floor. The only tears her body could muster.
“Hey,” Paul said in a normal every day tone that was so foreign to her now. “Here’s some clothes.” He tossed the dress with a blue top and yellow bottom on the floor. The dress of Snow White. The irony of the Snow White costume wasn’t lost on Addie. A princess’s dress to cover the aftermath of a nightmare. With trembling hands, she reached for the garment, her fingers recoiling at the soft fabric – a stark contrast to the rough concrete floor beneath her.
Slowly, painfully, she pulled the dress over her head, wincing as it brushed against her bruised skin. The zipper felt impossible, her arms weak and uncooperative. She left it open, a small act of defiance against the facade of normalcy Paul seemed intent on maintaining. It didn’t seem to matter to Paul that the zipper was open. He stood in the doorway, watching. His casual stance made Addie’s stomach churn. How could he act so normal after what he’d done?
“We should go,” he said, glancing at his phone for the time. “Our families will be wondering where we are.” Addie’s mind reeled. Family. The outside world. How could she face anyone like this? The thought of stepping out of this vault, of pretending everything was fine. She wanted to scream, wanted to scrub her whole body until there was nothing left of her skin but blood, muscle, and bone
“By the way,” Paul casually said “the storm knocked out the power,” he pointed to their classrooms. Both open doors ominously had black darkness within. Addie felt like she was part of that darkness now. “So,” Paul continued his train of thought “the security cameras outside aren’t working. After we make sure there’s nothing in the vault, and after we spray ourselves with deodorant, there won’t be any evidence left.” Addie’s breath caught in her throat. No evidence. No proof of what he’d done to her. The darkness of the classrooms seemed to seep out, enveloping her, threatening to erase her very existence.
She stumbled to her feet, legs shaking beneath the princess dress. Paul’s words echoed in her mind - “no evidence.” There had to be something…her clothes, she realized and involuntarily gazed toward the shredded remnants of her clothing. Paul noticed her gaze. “It was a nasty storm,” he shrugged. “Tornado looks to have hit the playground but not the actual building from the looks of things on the news. Your clothing could have gotten that way from the storm.” He shrugged again, indifferent to her idea.
Addie’s vision blurred, her mind a fog of panic and despair. She couldn’t process Paul’s casual cruelty, his meticulous planning. Every word he spoke was another nail in the coffin of her autonomy, her sense of self. Defeated, Addie slumped as she gathered the remnants of her clothing.
“That’s it. You know now there’s no hope,” Paul mocked. “The last woman I was with had the same body language as you when she knew I was going to get away with it.”
Addie’s fingers trembled as she clutched the tattered fabric, her mind reeling. She felt untethered, as if she might float away into that oppressive darkness at any moment. Paul’s words about the last woman echoed in her ears, twisting her insides with a new, sickening realization - she wasn’t his first victim. The weight of this knowledge pressed down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. How many others had there been? How many lives had he shattered, leaving behind hollow shells of the people they once were?
She glanced at Paul, seeing him for the monster he truly was. His face, once familiar, now seemed alien and grotesque. He stood there, calm and collected, as if he hadn’t just destroyed her entire world. With her head down and shoulders still slumped and a frown on her face, she couldn’t even remember the last time she had frowned, she followed Paul out of the school.
The weather was much calmer now, a stark contrast to the storm within her. Surprisingly both of their cars were still in the parking lot. She got in her car and sat there for what felt like hours but was probably just a few minutes. Addie’s hands shook as she gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white with tension. The familiar interior of her car felt alien now, tainted by the horror of what had transpired. She couldn’t bring herself to turn the key in the ignition, to take that first step back into a world that no longer made sense.
Her gaze drifted to the rearview mirror, and she barely recognized the haunted face staring back at her. Bruises were already forming on her neck, stark evidence of Paul’s brutality. She tugged at the dress, trying to hide the marks, but the fabric felt like sandpaper against her raw skin. A sob caught in her throat, threatening to unleash a torrent of emotions she wasn’t ready to face. Addie swallowed hard, forcing it back down. “Have to be strong,” she said as she drove home, hoping that her husband wasn’t too inquisitive about her day. She drove out of the parking lot and into the next dark chapter of her life.
Paul watched her go from his own car. He made a quick phone call to his wife to tell her he was ok and on his way home. She sounded relieved. He looked at the car Addie was in until it slowly faded out of sight. She was driving a little wobbly, he noted. Paul drove home a few moments later, his mind replaying the events in the vault. The thrill of domination still coursed through his veins, mingling with a sense of smug satisfaction. He had gotten away with it again! As he cackled with glee, Addie in her own car was holding back the flood of emotions that threatened to drown her in a pit of eternal darkness.
