Invisible To My Reflections

I go to Frizzys Bar because now the memories are coming back and I need something to get rid of them. I step in the bar and go straight to the bartender. He looks at me up and down, feeling uncomfortable, I cross my arms. He asks me if I had brung anyone with me. I nod my head saying that he went to the bathroom. I ask for 4 tequila shots, he looks at me for a moment and then starts making the drinks.

He put the shots in front of me the leaving me, to get another person's order. I down them quickly trying to stray the memories. I order another 4 shots but this time another bartender comes to my order. He too doesn't question me for my I.D. By the end of the night I'm a slurring, drunkin mess. I stumble out of the bar and see that the sky is dark. I look to the side of me and a group of guys are looking straight at me. Being my drunkin self I smile and do a slight wave toward them. One of the come toward me and I turn around starting to walk away. He grips my wrist, pulling me to an alley way. I struggle to get out of his grip.

He tells me to stop, saying that he'll make me feel good. It's finally then that I start sobering up and start panicking. I scream but the I'm knocked down to the floor. He brings out his gun and points it straight at me. I whimper, my mascara running down my face. He unbuckles his belt and tries to bring down my jeans. I struggle to not let him but he punches me sending me to have very little consciousness but I can still feel everything. The man takes of my jeans.

Of course I decided to wear a sexy black lace thong because when I look up I see him stroking himself. His eyes look angry. He rips my underwear off, he places his fingers on my clit and I'm just laying there crying but he doesn't seem to notice. He grunts as he slips his dirty fingers through me. He rubs his dick against my top thigh. He moans enjoying himself with my helpless body.

He then tells me to get on my knees. He must've noticed that I can't get up. He brings his hardened penis to my lips and because I'm sobbing my lips are already opened for him. He picks my head up for me, bringing his dick into my mouth and makes me move forward and backward. He grunts and I feel precum come from his dick and I have no choice but to swallow it.

He drops my head and it hits the floor. He lines himself up with my entrance. He slams into be again, again and again. He looks like he's about to finish as he grunts and moans loudly. He releases onto my stripped shirt and he then finally stands up and pulls he jeans up and buckles his belt. He puts my pants back on for me and leaves. I lay there uncontrollably crying. I had just been raped and I still can't go anywhere. I slowly close my eyes as sleep swallows me whole.

Notes

This is a very sad and tragic part of the story.

Bye little turtkes