Wrong Place, Wrong Time ((Nate))
Jul 26, 2010 16:21:08 GMT -5
Post by Felicia Travers on Jul 26, 2010 16:21:08 GMT -5
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shirt & vest & skirt & shoes
headband & earrings & bracelet & purse
Felicia sat in a nail salon, finishing up her appointment. Though she was a bit annoyed at the fact that she'd had to come in a bit later than she usually did but someone had her usual appointment time since she'd been home for the summer. She could have gone some place else but she hadn't wanted to, because she liked getting her nails done at the same place with the same people. They happened to be very good at what they did and that was one of the reasons why she went there. Having her pedicure close to finished she pulled out her cellphone and texted Nate, telling him that she'd be to his place in five minutes at most. After all from here, once she stepped out the door there was the rest of this building to get past - which was shared by a hair salon - and then one more before she had to cross a street, go past another building and bam! Then she was at Nate's building. Had she had to go a few blocks she probably would have taken a cab or something but even she could see how that would be a complete and total waste. After paying she grabbed her bag and made her way outside, humming slightly as she made her way toward Nate's.
Walking past the hair salon she noticed a guy leaning on the next building, though not thinking anything of it, moving over slightly on the sidewalk to be able to walk past since there wasn't anyone around but it seemed the guy wanted to talk to her, moving so that he was standing in her way. Honestly, some guys really had to learn how to approach girls. With a roll of the eyes she sighed, not really in the mood to have to deal with some guy putting on the movies. "Okay, you can move because I am so not interested," she said, though as she glanced up at the guy she felt like she'd seen him somewhere before. Where she'd seen him she couldn't quite put her finger on it but looking at him didn't exactly give her the best of feelings either. In fact, she felt something twist in her stomach but she tried to ignore it.
She didn't have much time to dwell on that fact because she soon felt him grabbing onto her, one hand gripping tightly to her shoulder while the other one gripped onto her waist, pushing her back into the alley between the two buildings and then up against the wall despite her struggle to stay exactly where she was, leaving her too shocked to think to do anything for a moment. No thoughts could manage to through except a panic that filled her instantly, confusion following as her breathing went out of control and her thoughts raced. "What the hell are you doing?!" Was all that she could manage to get out, fighting against his strong hold without anything happening. What was she supposed to do now? Did this guy want her money? She could just hand him her stupid bag. A thought that money wasn't what he wanted left her terrified, wishing that someone else had been around to see her right now, to stop this madness.
"I believe that you still owe me some payment," the guy said and instantly Felicia was able to remember where she remembered him from. One of the mall creeps, who'd put her in a situation similar to this. The stubborn one at that and apparently he'd come to collect his payment, the thought made her struggle slightly harder against him wondering how in the world her luck could be so bad as to have this happen. What was she supposed to do? There wasn't Nate to come and pull the guy off of her this time. There wasn't anyone to come and help her this time. Through her panic she was considering trying to knee him or something but in the current position he'd made it pretty much impossible. A scream bubbled up on her lips instead, he must have seen it too because he brought one of his dirty hands up to cover her mouth, using his body to keep her pressed against the wall. "And this time your little boyfriend won't be here to interrupt." She tried to glare at him, show that she wasn't afraid but the fear must have been so easy to read in her eyes by this point. Still she tried to get use of her mouth and spit against his hand, watching as he pulled it away and ready to use the two seconds to call for help. Not that it happened because he took his hand and moved it to her throat, pressing against it as she struggled to breathe. "Don't make it harder on yourself."
Oh no, this was it. In this position he had the upper hand for sure, he could easily make her lose consciousness, or worse make her lose consciousness permanently. Her mind struggled to think of something that she could do, some way that she could manage to save herself but nothing was coming up. She hadn't taken self defense, she didn't know how to get out of a position where you were being choked though it seemed to her that trying to hit him might be a good idea or get his hands off, but she knew that she wasn't stronger than him and that it was likely that even with her long nails he'd be the one winning and at this point she wanted to stay awake. So many worse things could happen if she wasn't. What did that leave her as options? Her mind was too fuzzy with fear for her to think straight and figure out.
Feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket she reached to grab it, hoping that he wouldn't notice the movement. This could be it, this could be her way out of the situation, if she just played it right and he didn't see it. Apparently he had seen it though, because as soon as she had it out of her pocket his hand tightened on her throat, choking her as she dropped the phone reflexively. "What did I just say?" he asked, barely loosening his hold enough for her to take in breaths as he moved the other hand down her body and under her skirt, ripping her underwear as fear filled her entirely. She really wasn't going to get out of this, at least not till he got what he wanted and as she felt his dirty fingers touching her, turning her head away while she tried to squirm around as far from his touch as possible as she fought the urge to be sick. He seemed to be getting amusement out of her pain though, smirking as he violated her. "Oh come on baby, it's not like you haven't given it up to every other guy."
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