Raped

Alise tried in frantic desperation to bite his hand that firmly covered her mouth. When this proved to be futile the sixteen-year old girl attempted to remove his hand with her own. This did not hinder him as he instead stuffed a cloth in her mouth. He shoved her down onto his bed and roughly pressed his body against hers. She started to thrash around on instinct with her crying muffled. Alise tried to plead to John with her sobbing and sad eyes, but it did not affect him in any way. She started to beg him silently to stop, but he did not as if he could not hear. Why would he? It is not like you hear about a rapist stop when you are telling them to stop. She again attempted to push him away with her weak and fragile arms which was almost laughable in his eyes. He easily grabbed her wrists, applying a painful amount of pressure as he pressed them down against the bed; “I love you,” he said sickly, his hand reaching below her skirt to feel her bare thigh. He forced her legs apart as he kept her tightly in place, ignoring her wails. She let out another muffled plea for him to stop. It did not disturb him at all. His hand continued to slide up her skirt, and he gripped her lips and Alise had to bite down hard on her bottom lip to keep herself from making any more noise. The feeling of him touching her skin overwhelmed her senses, and it was not in a positive way. He smiled when he saw her underwear. It was childish and pink, but Alise had no time to be embarrassed. “That is cute,” he said as he knew he was taunting her, like he had always done at school, and she does not make any effort to respond. It was not that she could form a coherent response anyways. At this point, she did not want to be further humiliated. She wanted this entire terrible nightmare to be over with. He continued to rub along her pale thighs, before he slowly pulled down her skirt with her underwear following soon afterwards. He let the clothing fall carelessly to the floor; “You are so depressing,” he whispers, and she did not understand what he meant. Of course, this is depressing, I’m about to be raped! She