As panic exploded inside of her, thoughts ran through Donna’s head, dealing with the ultimate lack of sense of this situation. She was about to die. She was about to be murdered in her own bed by a total stranger. A total stranger angry at her for reasons she was not, even at this moment, ready to analyse. A few more seconds and it would all be over. Her husband, her sons, so far away now, never knowing of what their mother’s/ wife’s final thoughts were. Never knowing she was contemplating her slut personality in her last moments, personality buried so deep in her soul, buried so deep and yet… And yet this… this man, he… he knew. He knew. Like many men knew. Like many men she gave enough hints to let them know. But never to be sure, never. She never did it, never. She only played… games. Only games… Dear Lord, those were just games, never…
The darkness in the room grew deeper as Donna started losing it. And then his hands let go of her throat.
“You fucking move a finger and I’ll stab you through your tits, all the way to your dishonest, whoring heart.”
The threat in his voice sounded real. But it was controlled again, not full of wild rage he radiated mere seconds ago. Donna breathed, audibly, deeply. She didn’t dare move anything but her lungs. The man had her completely under control. After all, he was mere seconds away from ending her life. Donna didn’t move, speak or even think. She breathed and shivered. What, what else was he to do to her? What horror had he in stock for her?
The stranger reached into his jacket.
“Get your fucking arms up.”
She obeyed, slowly. But he was not a patient man. He grabbed her wrist and forced her left arm above her head. There was a short gleam in the darkness then the cold on her wrist, then the clicking sound. Then he grabbed her other wrist. Up. And the touch of metal again.
“Now then. This is better.”
In shock, Donna realised her hands were now cuffed to the bedpost above her head. This… this was strange. He… he obviously planned this. This was not an act on impulse. He planned this.
Donna suddenly felt even more helpless. If there was even a theoretical possibility that she could fight her assailant before, now she was immobilised, completely at his mercy. A large, fully clothed man erupting with rage and ferocious determination and a startled, horrified woman in her nightgown, helplessly cuffed to the bed. One of them held the answers to questions the other dared not even ask.
Donna instinctively tried pulling her arms out of her shackles. It wouldn’t work. She was his for the taking, completely and utterly.
“Oh, God, God, please, no… no… no, please…”
Her voice was cracking, faltering. Her fear was tearing her apart.
“Shut the fuck up!!!”
His order had her even more frightened. She struggled to regain control of her breathing. He was looking at her.
“So you don’t know who I am, Donna, eh? You don’t?”
She peered through darkness once again.
“no… I told you… please… this… this is a mistake…”
“Oh, no, no, no, not a mistake, whore, this is most definitely NOT a mistake. And you not knowing who I am is a welcome bonus then.”
He reached into his jacket once again.
“Let’s keep it that way. I’ll need some light here, you know. If you’re gonna show me that body of yours.”
With these words he brought forth the piece of black cloth he got outside of his pocket. He knelt beside her. He was not a tender men and blindfolding Donna was not a tender act. She froze with fear. She froze with fear and dared not resist. His strong, big hands worked on her face and in mere seconds she was blind. Her shivering intensified. At least the darkness of the room was varied. Now she was cuffed to the bed and blindfolded, her eyes hurting from the pressure. Now she was blind, helpless and completely under his control.
Donna started crying again. Her tears soaked the blindfold. Loud sobs ripped through her. She tried to keep them down but she was barely in control of her own lungs and throat. She was pleading.
“please… God… please… please… just take what you want, please, just take what you want and go, please, please, please, please… just don’t hurt anyone, please…”
There was a flick of the switch as the man turned the lights on. Only a miniscule change from black to the darkest shade of grey before Donna’s eyes.
“You keep your fucking voice down, woman, or you might have to start learning to use another mouth – on your throat this time.
She sobbed and cried on but tried to keep it down. She could hear him ruffle and move around the room. Was he going through her stuff? Looking for money? In her bedroom?
But then, his weight was upon her, all over again. She let out a small, startled scream.
“I thought I told you to keep your voice down, whore!!! Are you trying to piss me off or are you just that stupid?”
There was a sudden explosion of white light in front of her eyes. He slapped her again, but this time around the slap was followed by another. And another, each one harder than the previous. She could not fight back, she could not avoid them, she could not even see. She was completely and utterly helpless and panic started taking over.
There was fire in her cheeks and a warm trickle down from her nose.
“Bleedin’ so early in the night, eh? None of it would have happened if you kept your fucking voice down like I told you.”
“please.. please… don’t… don’t hit me… i’ll keep it down… please…”
Donna was barely able to speak but she had to. She had to. She had to do anything just to prevent him from hitting her again, from hurting her for real. She could not escape, she could not fight, all she could do was obey and hope he’d be pleased.
“Oh, I am sure you will. After all, it will be rather hard for you to speak with this thing in your mouth.”
This… thing? What was he…
Donna first felt him shift weight on the bed. She felt him above her and on her. She felt him near her. Nearer than any moment before. Nearer than she ever thought anyone would get. Then she heard the sound. There was no mistake. She knew this sound. It was the sound she heard so many times before. The sound of a zipper opening.
A moment later something hot and slippery touched her face.
“Open your fucking mouth, bitch!! Open wide!!!”
She felt his penis on her skin, she felt it burn her like hot coals as she pressed her jaws together tight, as she instinctively backed off, trying to turn her head away from him.
No, she thought. No, she thought, because saying it would require her to do exactly what he wanted her to do – open her mouth. No. No. No. No.
She pushed back into the pillow in the vain attempt to get away from him.
Then he grabbed her hair again. Then he pulled her head towards his crotch.
“Ohh, I see, you’re suddenly a decent lady. A model wife and mother, are you? Suddenly, you remember the concept of shame, eh?”
His fingers started parting her lips. Her teeth were still tightly pressed together.
“Too bad everyone in the audience knows this is just a playact, bitch. You might as well drop it. Open your fucking mouth NOW!!!”
She couldn’t… She couldn’t. She struggled with everything she had there. Donna struggled in silence as tears kept soaking the cloth.