I opened my eyes, my head pounding. I groaned, holding my head. I was on something soft-ish, but I was freezing. I slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes. There was a weight on my neck and shoulders. I looked around me, seeing a chain that went from my neck up to the wall. I was in a small room. There were no windows, only one door. Judging by the length of the chain, I had limited room to move. I wouldn't make it to the door. There was a mattress on the floor, which I was sitting on, with a small, thin blanket on me. There was a mirror attached to the wall across the room. On the floor beside me was a glass of water. I picked it up and took a small sip.

I moved around a little, realizing that I didn't even have clothes on. I don't even know what happened. I can't remember. I don't know where I am.

I pulled my knees to my chest. Where's Danny? Where's Dyl? I want them. I wanted to cry. I'm scared. I don't know who put me in here, or how I got here. The last thing I remember is showering with Danny. 

I coughed a little, pulling the blanket tightly around my bare body. I want clothes. It's so cold in here.

"H-hello?" I called, my voice rough.

I shivered a little, hoping someone would come give me clothes. I don't like this. I don't know how I got here or who put me here and I just wanna go home. I want the guys. I don't like this.

I jumped when I heard the lock on the door click. I pulled the blanket tightly around my body, backing against the wall. The door opened, revealing a man with short-ish brown hair and green eyes. He had a lot of tattoos, from what I could see on his arms and neck. He stared at me, coming closer. 

I bit my lip, closing my eyes. I don't know where I am or who this man is or what he wants.  I don't know why I'm naked or why there's a chain around my neck. All I know is that I want to go back to the guys. 

I jumped again when I felt a hand in my hair. I opened my eyes, looking up at the man. He sat down next to me and placed his hand on my thigh. 

"P-please stop." I mumbled. "W-who are you?"

"Shh..." He said, playing with the chain on my neck. "Would you like me to take this off?" 

I nodded slowly, feeling him pull it away from me. I heard it hit the ground beside me. I began to shake harder as he slid his hand under the blanket, rubbing his hand over my thigh. I closed my eyes, not knowing what to do. 

"Why a-are you doing this?" I whispered.

"Don't ask stupid questions." He spoke. 

Tears slowly began to fall down my cheeks as he touched me, running his hands up and down my body. He pulled me closer to him, moving the blanket off of me. I was on his lap now, as he groped my ass. 

Why is he doing this? Why won't he just stop? 

He gripped my chin, forcing his lips on mine. I tried to push him away but his hold on me was too tight. He pushed his tongue inside of my mouth, tightening his grip on me. I want him to stop. He released my chin, moving to hold my wrists in each of his hands. He moved me so that I was laying on my back on the small mattress, my hands pinned down on either side of my head.

"Don't move." He ordered. He pulled away from me, sitting up to pull his shirt off. I watched him, swallowing hard. I don't want this. This was scary. 

He leaned back down, running his hands down my sides. I stared up at the ceiling, beginning to cry uncontrollably as he roughly spread my legs. I don't want this. I'm scared. I didn't even know what to do. I don't know how to react. 

I watched him lean down, trying to stay as still as possible. I gasped when I felt his tongue against me hole. I wanted to pull away. He needs to stop. I don't like it. I want to beg him to stop and to just let me go but I couldn't find my voice. I couldn't speak or scream or do anything but cry. I couldn't stop crying at this point. My sight was blurred by tears and my cheeks were wet. 

He fucked me with his tongue, keeping my legs spread. It felt awful. Dylan's done it before but it was different. Dylan didn't force me, so I liked it, but this man was forcing himself on me and I don't want him. I wasn't hard. He was. I could see it through his jeans. 

He pulled away. I watched him pull his unbutton and pull his jeans down. He was very hard. He was big. It was going to hurt. I just know it. 

He leaned over me, kissing me. I screamed into his mouth as he roughly pushed into me. He immediately began to fuck me at a rough and violent pace. He pulled away from me, holding onto my hips as he moved inside of me. I whined with each thrust. It burned and hurt. He was too big to do it without lube or prep. I hate this. Why is he doing this to me? What did I ever do to him?

He slapped me across the face, leaning down by my ear. "Come on, bitch. I know you like it. C'mon, moan for me."

I shook my head.

He wrapped his fingers around my throat, his grip tight. I couldn't breathe. I closed my eyes, feeling him move inside of me. I just want to sleep. It hurt so bad. 

I coughed and choked, my hands moving to try to pry his away from my throat. I couldn't breathe. I clawed at his hands, definitely leaving marks. I was gonna die. He was gonna kill me. I couldn't breathe. I slowly closed my eyes, dropping my hands by my sides. 

I thought I was gonna pass out when he finally released me. I gasped for air, breathing heavily. 

He began to move faster, fucking me harder. "I'm gonna fill you up, slut."

I shook my head. "N-No! Please, I-I don't want that..."

"Mmm yeah, baby. I'm so close." 

I squeezed my eyes shut, still breathing heavily. I don't want him to cum in me. He could have diseases. 

All of a sudden, he came. Inside of me. I shuddered and groaned. It felt so gross. I felt so violated and awful. 

He pulled out of me, and I watched him pull his pants up. He tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling me up and kissing me. He dropped me back down a few moments later, turning to leave the room. 

I just laid there. I didn't feel like moving. I wanted to throw up. The feeling of his cum leaking out of me made me sick. I felt filthy and dirty and violated. It felt disgusting. I don't even know this man and he forced himself on my. 

He raped me. 

Everywhere he touched burned. I could still feel his hands on me. It felt disgusting. I felt disgusting. I just want to die. I want to just claw my skin off. It hurts so bad. 

Where are the guys? I need them. I need help. I don't want to be here. I want to go home. 

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oof

~xxRy