Wildly unlucky. Arguably mythical bad luck

As I bound into the back yard the patio light kicks on. It’s super bright

Illumination startles me and I instinctively look towards it as I run away and the temporary loss of focus has me trip over the side of a fire pit. I stub my toe painfully and this causes me to tumble down onto the ground. As I spring back up I grab a railing near the shed beside the old firepit. Then I hear the unmistakable sound of the cuff swinging around the clicking shut on the railing. What are the chances that it would swing and just happen to catch the railing and click into place. I struggle and fight to make it detach but these aren’t happy fun time cuffs. These are police cuffs. They require a key to unlock.

The patio light turns off and I’m shrouded in darkness. My eyes are adjusting to the dark and I can’t hear anything over my loud breathing around the dildo still firmly down my throat.

“That was very naughty whore…..” I hear my neighbors voice directly behind me and as I slowly turn around he grabs my throat with one hand and the other greedily grabs my left breast. He gropes and tugs on my breast while leaning down and begins sucking on my neck. I try to fight him off with my free hand but he easily overpowers me and I’m again helpless and ****.

I begin to sag down and slowly lean back into him and as my eyes half close he releases my hand and punches me hard in the stomach. The wind is shoved out of my lunges around the intrusive dildo. I gasp and try to suck in air but all I can suck in is more plastic dick.

While I’m stunned from the blow he uncuffes my hand from the railing and puts them behind my back. With my hands recuffed he grabs me by the hair and drags me to the nearby shed. In the dark I can’t tell how big it is but it can’t be larger than a small room. He opens the door and I feel the warmth of a small heater that’s been heating the room. He flips a small light switch and a single lightbulb kicks on. I take in the room quickly as I see a small table with straps and buckles in the middle of the room. All manner of sex toys decorate the wall, a very expensive looking camera is pointed at the table and the most horrifying thing is, the other walls are decorated with tons of pictures of other women. I recognize a few of them as girls who have gone missing over the last few years. Horror and realization wash through me as I finally piece it together that my neighbor is a serial ****.

“I was hoping to keep you from this fate my little toy. But you just had to keep fighting me. So I’m going to break you here. Then find you a new home. I’m sure your parents will be very happy with your schooling”.