“Follow me.” He seductively said into my ear as he grabbed my hand and began leading me through the crowd and up the stairs.
I probably should have known better, but was too drunk to protest, nor did I really care. I just went along with it thanks to my intoxicated stupor. He led me into a large dark bedroom with a balcony overlooking the side yard. The room was messy, had a drum set in the corner, a bong next to the bed, and the walls were decorated with various death metal posters. James shut the door behind us and locked it. Before I could even ask what we were doing in there, he suddenly pinned me firmly against the wall.
“Hey, wh-what do you think you’re doing?” I slurred and glared up at him.
He started to kiss up my neck and whispered in my ear. “Trust me, this will be fun.” His hips began to slowly grind his hard erection against my body.
“Get the hell off me, buster!” I tried to shove him off but I was way too drunk to make his much larger frame even budge.
He quickly reached out and roughly squeezed my throat with one hand. I let out an upset whimper as I felt the other one to start to lift up my dress and slide up my thigh. He firmly grabbed my womanhood and his thumb started roughly caressing the front of my panties right over my clit, causing my body to respond against my will.
“Stop!” I cried. “P-please, stop... I don’t want this...” My voice was almost a whisper. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stop him in my current intoxicated state and I felt shameful that my body was betraying me in this situation.
“This is going to happen whether you want it or not.” He huskily purred into my ear and then leaned back to look into my teary eyes. “Don’t fight it, I’ll be quic-”
An expression of pure horror contorted my face as I watched two large hands suddenly grab his head from behind and... SNAP! ...He fell to the floor dead like an electrocuted rat. I stared in complete shock at his limp body. The scream that was building in my throat was quickly muffled by one of those huge hands, as it firmly clamped down over my mouth.
“Shhh...be quiet, Buttercup.” A deep whispering voice cooed at me. I stood there with wide terrified eyes, face to face with none other than that fucking jerk, Ashton!
How did he even get in here? I didn’t see the door open at all! I thought it was locked? I hadn’t even seen him downstairs at the party!
“Come on, this way!” A psychotic grin was plastered on his murderous face as he began to forcefully drag my struggling body out onto the balcony.
Lightning flashed and the heavy rain pelted down upon us, soaking through my dress almost instantly. I flailed my arms and tried to scream even though his hand still muffled my voice. I caught a terrifying glimpse of the wet puddle-ridden yard below us. We were on the second floor and disorientingly high off the ground.
Oh my god, is he going to throw me off!?
I started to freak the fuck out and tried to squirm in a lame attempt to get away. He finally released my mouth, allowing my terrified screams to escape, and threw me over his shoulder like I was nothing more than a weak little rag doll. His large body then proceeded to climb over the fancy cast iron railing. I kicked and screamed while pounding furiously on his back and pulling at his long wet hair.
My blood froze when I suddenly realized what was about to happen... “P-put me down... please...” I warily asked with terror in my voice.
“Trust me.” Was all he said before leaping off like a madman.
I let out the loudest most blood-curdling scream I’d ever screamed in all my life as we plummeted down into a very unfortunate flowerbed below. Unbelievably, he somehow landed on his feet like he was the fucking bionic man, with me still slung over his shoulder and gripping onto him for dear life. I was both traumatized and shocked that we’d survived unharmed.
My survival instincts suddenly kicked in and the wetness from the rain allowed me to frantically wiggle out of his grip. I flopped to the muddy flowery ground and started to sprint as fast as I could around the house to the front yard while desperately yelling for help. Unfortunately, I was still very drunk and the grass was very slippery, causing me to ungracefully slip and fall onto my face. Not even a second later, Ashton was on top of me and pinning me down in a grassy puddle.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” He sneered into my ear.
I struggled beneath him, flailing my limbs like a fish on land, causing little splashes around us. I looked up in desperation and saw light from the sheltered front porch in the not too far distance. William was there with a couple of others laughing and smoking that forbidden devil’s lettuce.
I started to scream for him, successfully getting his attention. A wide grin stretched across his face when he saw the sight of me being pinned down by some crazed behemoth of a man, and he started to loudly laugh.
“Gwendolyn, you naughty little fox!” He shouted in amusement over at me.
Oh. My. Fucking. God. Is he really so high right now that he actually thinks I’m getting it on with this monstrous maniac in the middle of the dark soaking wet front lawn!?
“No! It’s not what you think! I need help! He’s a murderer! HELP!” I screamed, but he clearly couldn’t understand me over the loud music coming from the house mixed with the sound of the heavy rain hitting the roof above him. He just grinned some more and happily cheered me on.
"WOOOO! You go, girl!!” He yelled enthusiastically and pumped his fist high above his head, while almost tripping over the slippery wooden railing.
I suddenly felt Ashton’s large hand firmly grab my left leg. I screamed and clawed at the grass as he started to quickly drag me face down across the lawn and out of sight behind a big old oak. He propped me up against the rough tree and pinned me there with his forearm.
“Listen up, Buttercup. I’m trying to get us out of here.” He growled. “It would be a lot easier if you’d cooperate!” He looked both evil and psychotic in the wet rainy darkness.
“I don’t want your help! Please, let me go!” I desperately plead. “I promise I won’t tell anyone what you did!” I started to fight against him again with frantic little slaps against his chest.
My attempts were futile because he simply picked me up over his shoulder once more and carried my struggling body over to a black sedan that was parked next to the road. He opened the front door and quickly shoved me inside. Some stoner dude who was heading back to the party saw the whole thing and gave Ashton a confused and worried look.
“She’s a rumbustious one, but I’m a lucky guy to have wedded such a smoldering vixen.” He said to the stoner with a wide devilish grin.
“Auh ha ha, oh that’s your wife, haha, right on, man.” They fist-bumped each other through the air, and Ashton quickly climbed into the car.
I can’t fucking believe this! Two people have just witnessed this menace kidnapping me and neither of them even realized what was actually happening!? I’m fucked! This world is fucked! And fuck marijuana!
“Where do you live?” He boldly asked while starting the car. The engine began to rumble and my anxiety shot through the roof.
“Are you fucking insane!? I’m not telling you where I live!” I shouted and slapped at him like a lunatic.
“Alright.” He shrugged his shoulders, and without any hesitation calmly started to drive while ignoring my assaults.
I suddenly stopped. “Wait! Where are you taking me!?” I nervously asked.
“Back to my place, since you won’t tell me where you live.” He said in a calm matter-of-fact sort of way.
“Okay, okay! I’ll tell you! It’s 13 Elmwood Drive!!! Now take me home right this instant!” I frantically yelled, terrified at the idea of going home with a murderer.
“Nope, too late. We’re already almost there.” He darkly smirked at me.
(20 minutes of me attacking him in the car later...)
Take me home right fucking now, you, you menace!” I screeched.
I was getting tired from all the slapping and kicking at him that I’d been doing. Nothing I did seemed to even slightly hurt this guy. In desperation, I had even bent down and bit his forearm as hard as I could while growling and trying to tear his flesh off like a rabid dog. It felt like trying to chew through an old boot and it didn’t even make him flinch. Who’s skin is actually that thick?
The car turned and slowly drove up a long winding driveway leading deep into the woods. The headlights illuminated a large abandoned-looking victorian style house. The white paint was chipping and turned to moldy dark grey around the edges. Moss and vines grew wildly up the sides and over onto the sharply angled roof. The cobweb-filled ramshackle sheltered porch stretched across the entire front of the building until it wrapped around the decrepit lofty tower and out of sight.
Lightning flashed and illuminated the thick spruce forest that menacingly loomed behind the house as well as a ghostly fog that blanketed the ground and swirled just beneath the eerie building. The large dark windows enticed the imagination to envision the harrowing eyes of lost souls mournfully peering out through the glass. The whole place gave me a foreboding feeling and I desperately wanted to get the fuck out of there.
It was the perfect home for a murderer... lovely.
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