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17//vulnerability

maeve;

"okay sweetcakes. you've got 10 seconds to get yourself seated into the chair there," the man says sternly and threateningly, gesturing towards a lonely old chair in the dark corner.

he had led me to a plain room with no furniture but that chair.

he also took my phone and forced me to give him my password.

hopefully he didn't use it to threaten anyone else.

but an ever scarier thought lingered on in my head.

was he going to hold me hostage?

i was far too young to die

this could not be happening

it's all my fucking fault!

at this point my mind was spinning

horrible thoughts filled me as i began walking towards the chair in terrifying anticipation

"well hurry up or i'll shoot you right here!" he yells, pulling out a gun and aiming it at my heart.

i quickly dash into the chair.

he walks toward me, very slowly as if he knows that it's driving me insane

someone please fucking save me

the unknown kidnapper starts sliding off my blouse, revealing my purple bra

"what do you think you're doing?" i ask, getting angry.

"shut up little girl. it's pretty obvious actually." he states before kneeling down and pulling off my pants.

i try to kick him, but he must have predicted it by holding my legs down

"i'll be quick. we don't want your little boyfriend seeing us like this, now do we?" he says menacingly.

my little boyfriend?

what boyfriend?

and why is he coming here?

to rescue me?

the thought of someone saving me from this mess gave me a breeze of hope

but that happiness soon ended when the perverted guy began slipping off my underwear

"hell no. fuck off or i'll hurt you!" i scream, attempting to frighten him.

my stupidity strikes again.

instead, he takes off his pants.

then boxers.

then,

well

that

and i never felt more vulnerable in my entire life.