"Please." I beg. Hot tears race down my face as my body is forced onto the bed. "Please. Please, don't." A sob escapes my lips. The man hovering above me doesn't stop or even seemed phased at my pleas.

"Your mine, bitch." He growls as he puts his weight on me. Making it harder to breath through my panic. Still keeping his weight on me, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a very large pocket knife. He pops open the blade, my body trembles as he runs the cool metal down my throat. He doesn't stop when he reaches my shirt, instead he continues down until the blade is resting on the flesh showing between my shirt and jeans.

"Please." Its only a whisper as I watch the metallic object. Its edge so sharp it would take nothing to shred my skin.

"I need to see everything, make sure I made a good choice." Without hesitation he slices my shirt open. He pushes the cloth away to reveal my bare torso. I shiver as the man's hungry eyes rake over me.

"Please don't do this to me." I beg as fresh tears stain my cheeks.

"Ah, very nice." He says as if he is reviewing the way a car looks.

He starts to move lower. A new fight builds in my chest. I don't care about the blade in his hand any longer. I just can't let him take my dignity like this.

"No!" I shout as I claw at his face. I squirm and thrash under him. Again he doesn't seemed phased by my resistance, as if he has done this before. I scream nonsense and pull at his hair. Only now do I wish I didn't bite my nails, so I could claw his face off.

"Easy." He growls. The threat doesn't slow my assault.

"No!" I screech again.

I connect my fist with the side of his head as hard as I can in this position. The man lifts up relieving me of all his weight. His fists meets my face with such force my vision goes black. When my sight returns, I become aware of an aching throb in my left cheek. my legs have goes bumps form the cold. Thats not right, I have jeans on. More tears well up in my eyes as the man's weight returns after he is finished depositing my pants.

"No!" Its only a sob as I begin to fight back again. The man punishes me with another blow to the face. I leave my body as blackness surrounds me. When I return my stomach is in knots.

The man places a hand on my throat, slightly choking me as he enters my body. A blaring pain rages through me as he seems to rip me open. A sob rakes through my chest as my virginity is taken by force, trying to scoot away from the man, from the pain.

"No." I rasp in horror.

"That's right bitch, your all mine now." He growls in my ear.

A rough hand goes to my flat cock, squeezing painfully. More sobs tear their way up my throat. I can't believe this is happening to me. I can't believe this is happening. Finally I stop fighting against the man that I have never met until he drug me to this house. A man that I don't even know the name of. My eyes become glued to the ceiling as I am rocked by the weight and movements of the stranger on top of me. I don't feel anything, the sobs, the pain from his unwanted entrance, nothing. I am numb to everything. When the man finishes he pulls out but stay on top of me.

"Don't even think about running or you're dead." The image of the sharp pocket knife flashes before my eyes. I nod slowly. "Good boy." With that the stranger falls asleep, leaving me ponder on the horror that has now become my life.

A/N: Okay guys. So I am unsure on if I want to keep this story up. If you want more let me know, if you think its not going to be a good story also let me know. I am going to give it one week before deciding on taking it down or keeping it up. So its up to you guys. Until Next Time.