Freeze

Feeling his hand on your bare skin sickens you.

You can hardly breathe as his full weight bears down on top of you. Your heart hammers in your chest as Darryl's hands grope at your breasts, mashing them flat.

Pinned underneath him you want to scream.

You want to push him off and run.

You want to kick his pasty ass but you don't, you daren't.

Your skinny arms feel weak as spaghetti as you squirm underneath him.

You have never felt so helpless, so utterly trapped as you do now.

As horrifying as your situation is you know deep down in your bones things could get a lot worse if you make him angry. So when he lets you up for air you don't scream or fight or even tell him no you simply close your eyes and turn your face away while he forces the hem of your skirt up over your hips.

Later you'll play this moment over in your head a thousand times. You'll fantasise about Steve kicking in the door and rescuing you. Or you'll try and tell yourself that letting him have his way was the smart move. You'll try and be pragmatic about it but you'll never forget the shame you feel when he tears of your panties...