The blind fold

*May Myers' POV*

(A memory from three months ago)

At about 04:28 pm,

As cold and freezing as New York tends to be in the Autumn season, it didn't stop me from shopping for some groceries. Daphne Dominique C., my best friend, had failed to buy some. I called her phone an hour before she texted that she was leaving for the salon, (to put on her nails and hair) and now it was overly frustrating to go shopping myself.

I'm not a shopping freak of any sort, especially groceries. I had no choice to make since she had returned home drunk and wasted. I only wonder how a young rich lady like her could drink so much alcohol in broad daylight.

I mean, there aren't specifics when it was about drinking time, but come on, alcohol rolls better at night; at least that was my perception, and perhaps anyone's. Randomly.

I stormed out of the grocery store firmly wrapping my fingers around the shopping bags while my other hand was stuck into my overcoat's pocket. I groaned out in frustration the moment I realized that there wasn't a taxi around or along the road.

"Could I ever be lucky?!" I said to myself.

The weather had now turned furious, covered in thick dark clouds, The wind blew harshly causing tiny dots of dust to obstruct my vision. I rubbed my temples swiftly, fastening my steps. My woolen hat almost got off my head, I pulled it back and shortly it began to drizzle. My fear and frustration grew even more, and I warned myself of the danger ahead. No umbrella, no taxi, no cell phone, no nothing. I planted my feet on the curb, stretching out an arm and waving it in the air, hoping that a taxi would eventually stop to pick up a helpless girl like me.

Ten minutes wasted didn't seem like a joke to me, I was getting drenched by drops of rain. I had walked a few buildings away from the grocery store, my eyelashes flickered, and then I stumbled on a stone. I winced in pain, and then I halted. I hunkered down to tuck the lace on my boots when I heard a honk over my shoulders.

I lifted my body to see what was before me. Could it help? I muttered.

Two black rovers pulled over beside me, and the raindrops beat me harder while I stood amazed and confused. I was beginning to get excited about the whole thing, a rescue team for an ordinary twenty-two-year-old lady like myself.

Seemed like a heyday.

The headlights blinded my eyes, I used my arms to cover my eyes, partly, as two men stepped out of the first car dressed in black coats, hats, and shoes approaching my direction.

My arm slowly fell off while my heart raced, they seemed stoic, hefty, and ferocious. I could barely catch glimpses of their full faces.

They instantly grabbed me by the arm without a pinch of mercy, arm in arm, and pulled me forcefully. One of them jerked my shopping bag, and they both pulled me towards the car while I grappled as hard as I could. It did not affect them, not even a tinge of it.

"Let... Me... Go..."

I screamed out loud as the man on my right warned me against screaming and the condition was death if I didn't listen.

I was tucked into the car as they both joined in. The driver had a partner in front, whilst I sat in the middle of the other men.

"What do you think?" The man on my left asked.

"Much better!" The man on the master's seat affirmed.

"Where are you taking me, I wanna go home!" I protested defiantly, the tremble in my voice was obvious, but I didn't quit trying. I didn't bargain for this, I said to myself.

"Shut the fuck up!" The man on my left warned, pointing a gun to my head, my arid lips parted while I shivered, with my eyes wide open in fear, the other man on my right wrapped a blindfold around my eyes with my mouth gagged with duct tape. The only advantage was my nose, definitely for breathing purposes.

Oh my!!

The smell of used cigarettes and strong alcohol seeped into the air. I was held arm in arm yet my hands were tied, dragged against the floor to god knows where.

I fell to my knees as soon as they took off their grip.

"Boss here is a fine fragile good. What do you say?" I heard someone ask, perhaps one of the men driving down here. I cursed the moment I decided to go grocery shopping. Why did I have to insist on cloudy skies? I saw the signs and ignored them.

Mother would always warn me against my negligence, but I'm too stubborn to listen and now I'm trapped amongst lions in a den. God I need help, I said, muttered. I began to sob against the folds.

"To the bed!" I heard a husky hoarse voice instruct. I guessed him to be the boss of some sort. The authority in his tone made my stomach rumble yet weak in my knees. Once I was thrown onto the orthopedic mattress, my neck twisted a bit and I couldn't help but groan in pain.

"Leave us," I heard him say, once again.

I hummed in a way to plead for my freedom. He didn't say a word to me. I felt his fingertips caress my face to my neckline, and I whimpered. Fear gripped my heart, a stranger was touching me in places; forbidden places, god knows who and where on earth, but not outside of New York, because we had taken like ten minutes from where I was picked up. Against my will.

He mischievously took the tape off my lips abruptly, then I cried out. It did hurt.

"Ahh! It did hurt!" I mumbled again with my tears soaking against the blindfold...

I felt his sweaty index across my lips, which meant I had to remain silent all the way. I pleaded with him to let me go but he didn't move a muscle but rather, talked with deaf ears. He did what he was fixed on doing, exploring my bare skin. I had suddenly grown goosebumps at his touch. As strange as it seemed, I'd never been this way before. I'm unable to tell if anxiousness or anxiety has overridden

"Please," The word carelessly escaped my mouth as he jerked me by my face, his fingers dug into my cheeks, tilting my face towards his as I yelped and swallowed a lump in my throat. Sore.

The smell of alcohol lingered on his breath, Bacardi, something Daphne gets drunk on sometimes. He breathed on my face and I couldn't help but inhale it if I wanted to live or perhaps get out of there alive. Squeezing my nose, I felt the tip of his nose on my cheek, sinfully tickling. More goosebumps developed severely.

"Please let me go, I'm not sure it is me you want!" I said to him, but then my defiance had gone to the dust, all I needed was to fight for my freedom. A freedom that I wasn't sure if I'd acquire.

"I doubt it!" He sarcastically whispered in my ear, and then he groaned wickedly. His fingers ran down to my hips, completely shoving off my coat and a mini dress. He reached for my thong and pulled it off hard, it rolled against my butt cheek, downwards, until he ripped it off totally.

With my hands still tied over my head, I snaked my way to get a hold of myself as his muscular hands grabbed my arms. He pinned me to bed and threw a mischievous slap in my face, then I cried out in pain.

Without a word, he choked me and warned me not to do something as stupid as what I had just done. I sniffed and fought the tears in my eyes, against the blindfold. I heard his zipper unzip as he spread my legs as though he was going to rip them off; my hips ached, east to west; then I felt the tingle of a cool breeze between my hips. He used the tip of his meaty hard-on and nuzzled my clit, making gruesome circles around it. The pleasure and pain mixed into an unexplainable feeling. It was hate and disgust on one side and ecstasy on the other.

How could I feel that for a stranger, who was treating me as though I were a runaway slave who had just been caught, I told myself.

I wasn't so sure if I had felt something hard, meaty, and big pass through my lips. A hand was wrapped around my neck so firmly and tightly that I began to cough intermittently, gasping for air.

He thrust deep inside my cunt with so much vigor in his strength, he grunted while I cried out even louder, filling me up so that I felt him in my stomach.

My fingers grabbed and squeezed the sheets over my head, very tightly moaning out loudly in pain, helplessly, and weakly.

He massaged my breast as though he was going to uproot it off of my chest, then his lips sucked on my nipples as though he was going to chew it off with his teeth in one latching.

The pain of every stroke was painfully engrossing and I didn't feel the slightest pleasure in it.

The one time I tried to restrain myself, he beat me on both sides of my face, and I dropped silently into bed, sobbing.

Approximately twenty minutes later, when he had pulled out at once, my legs shivered as I rolled away crouching on my side. The burn between my hips ached like an arrow that had been shot at me.

I heard his footsteps walking off, he made a call and the only thing I could hear vividly was this short.

"She's used, clear the mess!"

"You bloody bastard."

I blurted out underneath, I wasn't so sure if he heard me or not, or maybe he chose to ignore me.

I felt a small paper bag hit my face, and then I inwardly cursed.

"Do as you please," he icily said, but his deep tone made his statement more terrifying. I heard steps rushing in almost like that of a stampede. The men again. Perhaps.

I was packed like a bag of trash, held arm in arm, dragged on my tippy toes since I had no strength to walk on my feet, and later on lifted off the ground. After some rough strides, I was tucked into the car again, with the company of the men. Once the doors slammed, the car sped away.