Broken

My eyes fluttered open and I felt heat surround me. With a groan I peered around the room, feeling lethargic. My seering headache meant it took a while for me to fully notice my surroundings, but once I did I bolted to a sitting position. The room I was in had tan stone walls. Bright blue curtains adorned the window which was wide open. The rest of the decor was sparse and had no real caracter to it. ‘Am I in someone’s home?’ That’s when I realized I was missing my clothes.

I tried not to scream but panic began to seep in. I gathered the white soft sheet around my chest and Left the bed in search of my clothes. I Moved passed the window and couldn’t help pausing to take in the view below me. Trees littered the ground before me for a mile or two and beyond that the earth was speckled with houses, all small and quaint looking. It was as if I was standing in a painting. Reluctantly, I tore my eyes away from the scene to resume looking for my missing clothes but instead my eyes found a man, standing in the doorway, staring at me.

I backed up but had nowhere to go, The man stalked towards me slowly, with a dangerous predetory look in his eyes. I was frozen with a mixture of fear and intruige at the stranger in front of me. He was... sinfully hot. Wearing only a pair of white flowing pants, his masculinity was on full display. Each of his muscles rippled with every step he took towards me. Finally he was so close to me, you couldn’t fit a book between us. My body finaly registered the position that I was in and I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the wall above my head. In the same breath, he tore the sheet from my body, exposing me to him. My face flushed with embarassment, “I don’t remember what happened last night but I really want to go home. I dont know who you are or where I am.” My voice turned to a whisper. “Please let me go.”

His mouth twitched and for a moment i thought I felt his grip on me loosen. But then he Kissed me hard, forcing his way into my mouth, letting his tounge explore mine. his free hand reached between my thighs and cupped my sex, eliciting a moan from me that wasn’t sanctioned by my brain. Abrubtly he stopped, he released my wrists, grabbed my hair, dragged me to the bed and flung me onto it. In a flurry to fast for my mind to comprehend he removed his pants and was on top of me in seconds. I began to cry.

“Please, Please don’t do this, let me go.” I begged. I knew I was nowhere near strong enough to fight this perfectly sculpted man. Everything on him was rock solid. Everything. I squirmed in a futile attempt to get away but he grabbed my throat and forced his way between my legs.