The room is dark. So, dark that it's black, I could barely tell if my eyes were truly open without reaching towards my face and feeling the flutter of my lashes against my fingertips. Where I am being unknown, just as well as why I'm here.
The only thing I do know is that I'm not alone. I can feel the presence of someone else in the room or space with me. No matter how hard I strain or squint I can't see anyone though, not even my own hand. The room appears limitless in its own existence. Could there be more than one person? Could they somehow be able to see me without me seeing them?
Brushing my hands over my face, head and other portions of my body I search and try to feel if there is anything that would give me any clues to anything, or if I had anything on my body that I could find some use of… but there is nothing. I discovered I don't even have clothing on which is more frightening.
I can feel the panic rising in my chest and my sight attempts to tear down the room for any signs of movements or differences that would tell me which way to go, where to avoid or where someone is. To my growing frustration there is nothing. I feel like this is something from a movie where the person finds themselves in the white void room. The only difference is the light is off.
"Ahem…"
My head spins like it's on a swivel while the sound echoes. I can't tell which direction it's coming from, just that it's surrounding me and somewhere in the space with me… I think. My fingers fidget closer to my mouth as I frantically look around. Scared to move and wanting to huddle myself into a corner and hide, if only I knew where the boundaries of the room lay. I want to speak, and ask who made the sound… but if they can't see me, I would be giving away my location. I don't know what to do. I know what I want to do, yet that seems impossible or at the very least as though it wouldn't turn out to be in my favor. I want to scream and escape this void. I want to run free.
Sadly, I don't know where to run.
A slight shuffle and footsteps.
I scramble backwards, losing the traction of my feet against the flooring. Fumbling over myself in the attempt to get away in fright. This time the sound didn't surround me, I could hear it distinctly in front of me. Nearly as if it were only five feet away. Yet, I still see nothing.
A tightness in my chest becomes more intense as my breathing quickens. Even though I'm not able to see anything in the room or around me I still instinctively close my eyes tightly. The fear courses through me, replacing my oxygen and welling in my eyes. I try to keep them closed, not wanting a single tear to fall. Something tells me that if it were, it would be seen. If one fell to the ground that it would be heard.
The deafening silence other than the few sounds seems to cause my head to ache. The thoughts that flood my mind. The visions of the room being filled with people watching, observing…being entertained by me. By my terror.
Flash after flash.
Image after image.
In my mind, I can see a man grinning at me, watching my frail form tremble in confusion. But when I open my eyes the only thing that greets me is empty darkness. I sort of feel like my own thoughts are fabricating the images though, due to being able to see myself in them as if through someone else's eyes. Is this my mind trying to fill in the missing pieces that it can't see? Trying to rationalize what is happening so that it knows how to respond?
The hardened footsteps move closer causing me to close my eyes quickly again. The images play of a man grabbing my hair and dragging me towards the center of the room. I can see my body flailing and hear myself screaming. I can hear the breathing and movements of multiple people just out of sight as if caught in a trance of what they see, and wanting more.
I open my eyes to make the visions stop and take a breath in. Trying to calm myself, I take in several breaths and try to tell myself none of this is real. That is until I felt the sharp burning sensation in my scalp as I felt the resistance of my weight against the pull. Something dragging me.
"NO, NO, NO, NO, STOP!!"
Just as in the flashes, I kicked, screamed, I tried to reach and free my hair. I felt a gloved hand, something like leather. I tried to claw and wriggle but nothing stopped it until I was shoved into the ground. Before I could pick myself up to scramble away, I felt the gloved hands grab my thighs and forcefully flip me over. I clawed against the floor, which got me nowhere fast. Nothing to grab a hold of, nothing to reach for and I still I saw nothing. The despair within was eating me alive.
My breasts mashed against the ground as I felt the weight of the person climb onto my back. Pressing my palms against the smooth floor I tried to pull my form from beneath him. I struggled with all my might to get away. It seemed like the person was ignoring my attempts completely, like they knew there was no hope for me.
I shut my eyes for a moment and saw a knee cut between my legs and spread them. Just as I saw it, seconds later I felt the pain of the knee jabbing against my legs while the skin pinched. I tried to look over my shoulder to see him. Instead my head was abruptly turned to face forward while I felt the grip around my hair again, pulling back tightly.
I struggled to swallow or make much sound other than gasps and groans due to the abnormal positioning of my neck from my head being pulled back so far. The tears welling in my eyes were bringing a knot to settle in my throat, that only worsened it all as it choked me. My arms continued to reach out and grab at the floor, praying that someone or something would reach for them and pull me to safety. Praying that something would rescue me.
The feeling of need to close my eyes and try to escape was so strong but I knew that wasn't possible, every time I close them I see what is going to happen next. I would rather not know at all, but the difficulty to keep them open continues to increase as the burning in my scalp intensifies. I tried to pull my head forward and free, allowing enough slack for me to scream out. The weight atop of me shifts and bears down against my hips before the brutal penetration engulfs my senses.
The pain of it is too much, the image of a man driving himself violently into my sex floods my mind. Grabbing the back of my head and jerking it towards him with each plunge of his shaft. I can hear the excitement of the people just out of the image. Can even hear the envy to be where the man is. I feel myself breaking down completely and my body feels everything within the flashes, as they take place upon my person.
Reaching my hand up and outward, reaching for the spectators I can't see I plead. "Save m-me, p-p-please!"
A small laugh is triggered behind me, echoing and filling the room. Becoming louder and louder. The bass of it booming within my ears as I wriggle and writhe, fighting to get free. The man digging deeper and further than he had before with more malice behind his thrusts. The imagery becoming too much but the ability to avoid them is nonexistent. Each movement and motion. Each pain and sensation causing a flutter, causing a blink or grimace and only inducing another vision.
My sex burns, the man's burrowing cock is tearing me further with each deep thrust. I feel his teeth digging into the skin of my shoulder as I cry out. The sound of his snarling grunts infects my ears, forcing a rhythm to be heard that matches that of his movements. The growling deepens as his thrusts become shallower, quickening until I feel like he is going to press my form through the floor.
He allows my face to fall to the ground with a thud causing me to gasp for air. No matter how hard I try I can't hold back the sobs while feeling his shaft twitch within my abused opening. The seeping heat of his release settling onto the walls with an intense sensation of warmth. I close my eyes trying to understand what or why this is happening. Unable to speak. To form words. Watching the images of the man remove himself and simply walk away as if it were just another chore for him that he completed, with the soft applause in the background. Opening my eyes as the sensations follow accordingly.
I lift my head slightly and look around as I hear the footsteps end with the sound of a door closing. Yet still no sight of anything…
Feeling weak and confused and ashamed I drop my head back to the cool floor and stare at the darkness.
Several hours pass by, they feel more like days though. I continue to stare, trying to keep my eyes open knowing the end will be here soon. It will come now that the worst is over. It always comes. I continue to try to hold on and comfort myself. Not wanting to allow the thoughts to take over again. Thankfully the void darkness is breaking as the morning sun begins to peek through the blinds of the windows. Reminding me it's all in my head. That I'm okay, and that I made it through another night.
