His car, with the rape kit waiting in the trunk, was parked nearby. As he followed the cab, he was imagining that she required a taxi because she had had too much to drink. He imagined that the taxi was taking her home. Did she live in a house or an apartment? Who would be at home? A roommate? A husband? A boyfriend? Any of those possibilities could foil his plans. He chose to hope that she lived alone.
To his surprise, the taxi, after several miles, pulled into an upscale hotel. A hotel? Would she be alone? Or was a husband or boyfriend awaiting her? He could hardly control his excitement.
Parking hurriedly while the young woman paid the cab, the man opened the trunk of his car and grabbed his bag. He also donned a baseball cap and sunglasses that were stowed there. No one viewing hotel security camera videos later would be able to get a good description of him.
He managed to ride up in the same elevator with her to her floor. She had even held the elevator open for him when she noticed him hurrying toward it. She smiled at him as he entered the elevator, and he smiled back, tipping the bill of his baseball cap. But then, the young blonde became absorbed in the text messages on her cell phone as they ascended. She smiled at him again as the doors of the elevator opened and she stepped out. He could tell she was wobbly from her evening of drinking as she ambled down the hallway, completely unaware of his presence behind her as she continued to read her messages.
As she fumbled with the key card at the door, he decided there must be no one waiting for her inside, and that all systems were go. He stood behind the woman silently. To the security camera staring at them from down the hallway, it would appear that they were together. She invited me to her room, your honor. He would not attack her until they were inside the room. She finally managed to open the door. If he was wrong? If a 250 pound husband was in the room? He was prepared to turn and flee if necessary.
Well, fleeing had not been necessary. And now, the hot young blonde who frequently made men run into lamp posts when passing her on the street, was virtually naked. And she was all his. All of her.
She had been so consumed by the pain from his slaps to her face that she was only vaguely aware that he was pulling her pants off her legs, and after they were off, she could barely stir as she lay there on her back, her forearms and hands beneath her numb from her own weight. As her head began to clear, she opened her eyes slightly, just enough to see her attacker standing by the foot of the bed, watching her. She knew she was going to be raped. Weeping softly, her thoughts raced to her dear husband at home, whom she knew would be totally devastated by the fact of a rapist sexually possessing his sweet, beautiful young wife! She already knew that her husband could never learn of this. She would have to keep it from him or it would destroy him. This was her fault. She had been so careless! She should have been suspect of the man in the elevator wearing sunglasses at night. She should have looked around her before opening the door to her hotel room. The ease with which she has become his prey made her roll her head back and forth on the mattress in dismay. It was as infuriating to her as the attack itself. She had taken many self-defense lessons at her club, but had been totally subdued before getting in so much as a single scratch with her nails or a bite of her teeth.
As her head slowly cleared, she became panicked by another thought that raced into her mind. Her husband and she had decided a month ago that, after nearly two years of marriage, it was time for her to get pregnant. Her heart pounding, she realized the danger she now faced, given that six weeks previously she had stopped taking birth control pills. Since then, she and her husband had been trying hard to make it happen, having sex nearly every night, including each of the six nights prior to this trip. In fact, tonight would have been the seventh night in a row had her husband come with her, as they had originally planned, but last minute business kept this from happening. She had thought about that with regret in the taxi coming back to the hotel from the bachelorette party, because she was feeling particularly horny in the back of the taxi. Little did she know that the car behind the taxi, whose lights lit up the interior of her cab, belonged to a man who was stalking her.
She now saw that man through half opened eyes as he continued to stand by the bed looking down at her. She shut her eyes and gulped into her blood and saliva soaked gag, hoping with all her might that she had already conceived from her husband so that she would not be impregnated by a rapist! She was encouraged by the fact that she was already several days late with her period. But…if in a month she discovered she was pregnant, how could she be sure who the father was? The thought of this caused her to choke into her gag. In fact, she was having great difficulty breathing. There was so much snot and blood in her nose—from crying and from the slaps to her face—that with her mouth gagged she could hardly get enough air.
She opened her eyes. She needed to plead for her attacker to let her breath! But what she saw brought renewed terror. The man was again holding the knife. He was still standing by the bed, but was leaning over her now. She shook her head vigorously as he brought the knife blade to her thighs. She jerked her leg in the wrong direction and pricked herself against the blade’s terrible sharp point. The pain from this caused her to squeal sharply into her gag. The man used a finger to whisk away the spot of blood that came to the surface of her thigh, and then licked the finger clean as the young woman stared upward at him in distress, her bare chest heaving with strained breathing. Her fear of impregnation had suddenly taken a back seat to her fear of death—either by choking on her gag or by wounds from that dreadful knife. The man smiled at her and nosed his knife beneath the side strap of her urine soaked thong panties. The blade slowly lifted the strap where it circled the curve of her hip. Though her body trembled, the young woman tried mightily not to make any more sudden moves lest she cut herself once again. For a long moment, the only sound in the otherwise quiet hotel room was the gentle sobbing of a woman knowing that she was going to be raped, and possibly worse. With the sharp edge of the knife, the man slowly pulled the panties strap away from her hip, father and farther…until at last it snapped. The young woman’s body jerked uncontrollably at this, and her sobs intensified. And then, the knife was under the strap that encircled the other hip, only there was no pause this time, and no slow tugging on the strap. This time the knife flashed suddenly and swiftly and in less time than it takes to say it, the ruined pair of panties was ripped from the young woman’s body and flung from the knife blade, striking the wall of the room, where it then slid to the floor, leaving a wet mark where it hit.
The frightened young woman, grimacing , her body shaking in irrepressible fear, instinctively brought her legs together, rolled onto her side and curled into a fetal position in an attempt to hide the most intimate part of her naked body—naked save for the tattered blouse and bra around her shoulders—from the eyes of her attacker. Her own eyes remained fixed on the knife that he held. She could not take her eyes off it. She had to know where it was. The man, meanwhile, was the cat who has wounded a bird just enough that the bird cannot fly, and who watches the bird intently as it flops around helplessly in circles on the ground, frantically chirping, flapping wings that no longer allow it to fly. Like that cat, this predator was watching his wounded prey as she was able to writhe on the bed but unable to escape his clutches. The sobbing sounds she made, her labored breathing, and the way her calves slowly kicked back and forth in her fetal position could not have fascinated the man more had she been an actual wounded bird, and he an actual cat.
For the second time, the woman’s attacker spoke. “You don’t like the knife do you, sweetie?”
The woman’s weeping stopped in mid sob. She stared at the man in shock. The mere fact that he had spoken jarred her, but even more jolting was the word, itself. “Sweetie”. That was her husband’s favorite term of endearment for her. Hearing her attacker say it sickened her.
“Do you want me to put the knife away?” he asked. Staring at him still, she offered no response. Her attacker raised his voice. “I said, do you want me to put the fucking knife away?” The woman appeared dumbstruck for another long moment, and then, blinking tears from her eyes, nodded timidly.
“I’ll put it away if you’ll be a good girl, okay?” A long pause, and then the young woman again gave a timid nod. “You’ll do as I say?”
Again his victim hesitated. Her mind, cleared now, raced frantically. Her rape was inevitable. She knew that. She had been careless, and she was going to pay the consequences for her carelessness. Now, she needed a strategy that would see her survive this ordeal alive. The man’s voice this time showed signs of impatience: “I asked you a question, sweetie. Will you do what I fucking tell you to do if I put away the knife?”
The word “sweetie” again. Thoughts of her husband ran through her head. I want to see you again, baby! To make sure that she would survive to see her husband again, she knew what she had to do. She had no choice. She therefore pushed thoughts of her husband aside and nodded vigorously to her attacker. The man smiled, and tossed the knife into the open black bag.
“Okay,” he then said, standing with his hands on his hips, looking down at the naked young woman on the bed. She could see the bulge in his pants out of the corners of her eyes. “Be the good girl and spread your legs for me.” The young blonde gulped, seemingly swallowing half of her gag. She did not move for a long moment. The man’s eyes bearing down on her had the effect of paralyzing her. “Either you be a good girl,” he continued calmly, “or I’ll carve your tits, like I promised.”
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