Twisted Choice

I perch myself up on a bar stool, still trying to adjust to the noise of the club, the night was drawing to an end, as groups called it a night after dancing the night away with their favourite people, knocking back a concoction of alcoholic drinks, whilst others went on to house parties or 'Pink Lemonade' the only club in town that stayed open past 2am. Me, I 'was done' this was my first night out in over 10 years, and I definitely wasn't 22 anymore. Mia bounced over to me, blonde hair sweeping her face as she bounced across the dance floor towards me. 'I've met someone' she giggles in my ear, oh no not this again. She is so quick to fall for the first guy that shows her a bit of attention. My beautiful, youthful sister is always so vulnerable to the ways of men, if only she was more sensible like me, she wouldn't be hurt quite so easily. 'Can we please go to Pink lemonade with them, pleeaaasseee...?' 'Oh Mia, I'm so tired and I have to be up to get the kids from grandmas tomorrow, She won't be able to handle having them all day, however I don't want to ruin your evening.' 'Wait? You're going to let me go with them?' 'Only if you promise to take Sasha with you, and you don't go home without her, you text me the taxi driver's registration...' 'YES YES, I know all your RULES' she huffs, rolls her eyes and giggles at me, this girl I swear is so infuriating when it comes to her safety. kissing me on the cheek Mia asks me how I'm getting home, oh now she's concerned. I laugh at her rolling my eyes. 'You're worried about me? Miss sensible and boring?' 'Yes of course I am!! You always worry about me, now it's my turn.' Mia exclaimed genuinely looking worried now. 'I'll be fine, I'm going to neck this and head to Mick's' I tell her gesturing to my glass of s*x on the beach. 'Okay I'll ring see you in the morning, love you' 'love you more' and with that she was bouncing across the dancefloor back to Sasha and the newly met boys, I'd call them men but anyone dancing like a goof to 'Let it go' is definitely a child in my eyes. Urgh I have to lighten up a little, even I think I sound like a stick in the mud now. As I exit the club the night air hits me like a ton of bricks, it feels so heavy, I feel so heavy like my body isn't quite my own. This is exactly why I don't drink anymore, I absolutely hate feeling out of control in my own body. I just need to push through, the taxi rank is only one street over, then I'll be home in no time. I round the corner of the club I just left, the sound of the loud music getting softer and further away, the cool air making me feel worse with every step. I pause leaning on the wall for support it's quiet here, most of the people have already moved on already, doors are closing on the other pubs and bars, shutting down after a hectic night. Thank goodness there's no one around to see the mess I've gotten myself into. I knew I couldn't handle my drink but this is ridiculous. Right, Lucy get yourself together, you need to get yourself to Mick's, they will ensure you get home safe. I pull myself up using the wall but as I do my head goes into a spin, I can't see. The world is spinning and so am I, I need help, please somebody help me before I fall. I try to shout for help but no words are coming out only noise that sounds no better than a duck quacking underwater. I can't feel the wall anymore, I must of let go, which can only mean one thing I'm going to fall, I am, I'm falling and no one is going to save my sorry state. I can feel the ground heading towards me but it never connects, instead I think I'm flying, no not flying, someone has caught me. oh thank goodness. A strong arm wraps around my waist lifting me up away from the impending ground that was threatening to break my fall, or my face. As I'm lifted to safety I can feel the strength in my saviour, definitely a male, or a really butch woman. 'Thank you so much, I really thought I was going to fall' my words are still a mess but I hope they understand my thanks. 'I think I must have been spiked this isn't like me at all...' as I start to gargle my explanation to my saviour they pull me into their side, levering me by my waist, wrapping their huge arm around me tightening their grip to ensure I don't fall. They use their other arm to drape my lifeless arm over their thick broad shoulders, to further support my body as they practically drag me along. This is definitely a man, he's much taller than me, broad shouldered and muscly too, his short hair brushes against my arm. My vision is so distorted I can hardly make out where we are, we haven't travelled far, the noise of the street we were on is a distant murmur. Is that because its empty or far away? I cannot tell. 'I've been spiked...'' I try again to get my words out to this dark clouded stranger, but a deep throaty voice interrupts me with just two solemn words. 'I know' a shiver shot down my spin. He knows... I freeze in place but I am already frozen been led by a stranger to a destination I cannot see. I have to try to figure out where I am, but before I have a chance he lays me face down over a cold hard metal like surface, a box? A container of some sort? he brushes my long brunette hair out of my face, lightly tracing the edges of my pale face, my unseeing eyes, my red painted lips, down my throat pushing my brown curls to the other side of my head, revealing my bare back. My sister had made me wear a ridiculously short, beautiful baby pink backless dress from her collection of night attire, all my clothes were apparently not 'night out' worthy. I wish now in this moment I had chosen something that covered me up completely like an oversized wooly jumper and sweatpants, but no. Here I lay on who knows what, in the cold air, with zero control over my body, in a dress perfect for this stranger to access any part of my body he desires. How could I be so stupid? To allow myself into this predicament, everyone knows you cover your drink, never leave without a friend, and most of all don't attract too much attention to yourself. This is the advice I force upon my sister every time she goes out, why did I think I was an exception to the rules. No where is safe from evil, and this stranger was exactly that, pure evil. 'Mmmm' his moaning jolts me back from my thoughts. Back to my horrifying reality, his hand has stopped in the centre of my back spreading his fingers he presses down, keeping me firmly in place upon the metal box. His other hand traces up my thigh finding my underwear he pushes them down my thighs, leaving them to sit in the crook of my knees securing my legs in place, so even if I could move I wouldn't be able to move much. He lifts the hem of my dress placing it along the base of my back, exposing my buttocks to the night air. I try to move as best I can, I try to scream but no words are coming out now, not even the gargles of before. My head is hurting from fear and confusion, the world is still spinning and no matter how hard I try I cannot focus my sight on anything, it is all just darkness. Until the darkness came for real. In this darkness there was no cold, no fear and no pain. The spinning had stopped, it was just peaceful. It was safe here in the darkness, quiet and serene. Am I dead? or just unconscious? I couldn't tell, all I knew is that here I was safe from the horrors of the night. Here I could just be at peace with my thoughts, although my only thoughts were off my beautiful children, twins of course, I never do anything the easy way. Fraternal, one blue eyed boy and one grey eyed, a little dark witted, but sweeter than life girl. They are my world and I would do anything to get back to them, even if it meant facing this evil in the night. I just could use five more minutes to mentally prepare myself... Before I could finish my thoughts a wave of agonising pain swept across my body, the pain dragged me back to my conscious self, tearing me from the safety of my mind. 'Ahh there you are... didn't want you blacking out and missing out on all the fun' the deep smooth voice trailed off as his concentration returned to the job at hand, I couldn't focus on what was happening for the pain, but where was the pain coming from? Everything was still so heavy, I couldn't lift my limbs, no matter how hard I tried. I was still trapped, entirely at his mercy. 'Mmmmm you're so soft and moist, I knew you were a good choice' he hums in my ear as his finger tips run between my folds, causing me to recoil at his touch. Powerless to stop him he moves slowly toward my entrance, penetrating my unwilling body with his fingers, over and over, causing my body to moisten at his touch, preparing me for what's to come.