Swiftly, firmly pressed against a wall
Hands forced up, no control
Cold, hard steel clicking in place
Movement prevented, amusement on his face
Struggling, trying to get free
With no luck he laughs at me
Moving closer, knife in hand
A sharp blade pressed against my skin
Quickly sucking, slurping my neck
Running the blade across my chest
The ripping and shredding of fabric is heard
My breasts exposed to this perv.
Rough, course hands grip my breasts
Squeezing tightly against my wish
Rubbing, pinching my nipples hard
Biting and sucking until they're sore
Shrieking, begging for him to stop
He looks up and grabs his cock
Fearful of what may come next
As I stand there half dressed
He moves his body up against mine
Tilting my head to meet his eyes
Tears start streaming down my face
Makeup smeared all over the place
He holds the knife so I can see
Quietly he whispers to me
"Be a good girl or you will pay"
As he plays with the sharp blade
The blade now hot from his grip
Travels down towards my hips
A shudder runs through my spine
Violently shaking as I start to wine
Reaching for the top of my shorts
Unhooking the buttons, making short of his work
Moaning in protest, he starts to rub
Making his way under my thong
Scratching, his nails against my clit
Involuntarily moving against his wrist
Wondering when he might be through
He's just getting started, wish it was untrue
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