Wild Night
"What's this?" you ask Jake, holding up the bottle.
He stands at the doorway for a while, holding two glasses of red wine in his hands. His eyebrow shoots up. "How'd you find that?" he asks, setting the glasses on the table beside your red rose.
You think for a while, not sure whether to tell him you were snooping around his room. You look around and your eyes land on one of the wine glasses. There were bubbles quickly rising from the bottom of the glass.
You stand from his bed. "Were you trying to drug me?" you shout, raising the bottle to his face.
His facial expression goes from surprised to aggravated. "Why were you nosing around my things, you little bitch?" he asks, grabbing both your wrists.
You scream, and try to escape his strong grip. He hits the left side of your face and you taste blood in your mouth. Jake then shoves you to his bed, slides your dress up and begins to force himself on you.
"This is what you get for being such a nosy bitch!" he shouts, one of his hands going up to cover your mouth. You try fighting back, try kicking and biting, but it's no use with you bent over his bed.
The pain, humiliation, and helplessness are the last things you feel before you black out.
The police find your body the next day, inside the dumpster behind Jake's apartment.
He stands at the doorway for a while, holding two glasses of red wine in his hands. His eyebrow shoots up. "How'd you find that?" he asks, setting the glasses on the table beside your red rose.
You think for a while, not sure whether to tell him you were snooping around his room. You look around and your eyes land on one of the wine glasses. There were bubbles quickly rising from the bottom of the glass.
You stand from his bed. "Were you trying to drug me?" you shout, raising the bottle to his face.
His facial expression goes from surprised to aggravated. "Why were you nosing around my things, you little bitch?" he asks, grabbing both your wrists.
You scream, and try to escape his strong grip. He hits the left side of your face and you taste blood in your mouth. Jake then shoves you to his bed, slides your dress up and begins to force himself on you.
"This is what you get for being such a nosy bitch!" he shouts, one of his hands going up to cover your mouth. You try fighting back, try kicking and biting, but it's no use with you bent over his bed.
The pain, humiliation, and helplessness are the last things you feel before you black out.
The police find your body the next day, inside the dumpster behind Jake's apartment.
