self defence
By monodemo
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As Margaret slowly opened her
eyes she noticed the black pillowcase her head lay on. She was lying on her
stomach which wasn’t unusual for her because that was her preferred sleeping
position. She turns her head and realized she’s not alone. Beside her lay a
naked hunk of a man, with ripples down his stomach. She found that unusual. She
then realized she was naked also. Alarm bells started to ring in her head.
‘There’s no way I was that drunk
last night!’ she said to herself. ‘I only had three beers!’
She recognized the man’s sleeping
face to be one who bought her her third beer. Everything after that was a
blank. She lifted her head slowly scouring the room with her eyes for clues as
to who this man was. She saw clothes all over the bedroom floor and it finally
clicked that they had sex.
She had gotten a fright. She got
up out of the bed as slowly as possible and sifted through the discarded
clothes until she found her little black dress. She grabbed it started to make
her way out of the bedroom quietly when the man stirred. His eyes opened, he
lifted his head off the pillow.
‘Trying to get away are we?’ he
asked.
Margaret was like a deer in
headlights, stuck to the spot. The man jumped out of the bed and took a few
steps towards her before she ran. To her surprise, the bedroom door was locked.
‘Now see pretty lady,’ he said
holding up a key, ‘I think this is what you are looking for’. He winked at her.
Margaret was frightened. She scoured
the room looking for an alternate exit. Her eyes immediately darted towards the
window. The man followed her gaze.
‘Go on,’ he said in an evil tone,
‘I dare you!’
Margaret still holding her dress
ran to the window. It happened to be a sliding door that led out onto a
balcony. She opened the door and stood at the farthermost corner of the balcony
and looked down. Her heart dropped, like as though she had missed a few steps
on a stairs, because she must have been on the twelfth floor. She made an
audible gasp and turned around, the man right behind her made her body jump. She
was frightened.
‘Come back to bed baby,’ the man
said.
‘No!’ she stated boldly, ‘I want
to go!’
He smiled and grabbed her by the
arms. She screamed. He was much bigger than her and it was obvious he was
stronger because he carried her back through the sliding door and into the
bedroom. With one hand on her arm he closed the balcony door but didn’t lock
it. He then dragged her across the thick white shag carpet and threw her back
onto the bed.
She lay paralyzed on the black
sheets as he rummaged through the top drawer of the left bedside locker. In there
she could make out what looked to be a gun. He produced a pair of hand cuffs,
and with great force pulled her left arm above her head and she heard two
clicks as the hand cuffs were violently closed onto her wrist and one of the
bars on the steel headboard.
‘Why won’t you let me go?’ she
cried.
‘Because I want to have some fun
with you!’ was his answer.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. This
was one of her worst nightmares come true. She had a specific rule, for this
reason, of never going home with someone she didn’t know.
‘How did I get here?’ she asked
between sobs.
‘Stop crying you dirty bitch!’ he
yelled in her face.
‘How did I get here?’ she asked
again.
The man smiled an evil smile. ‘Roofies’
he answered.
Margaret closed her eyes and as
tears rolled down her face she realized that she was dealing with one very sick
individual.
‘Why?’ she asked
The man shrugged his shoulders and
said ‘I wanted to have fun and you looked like the finest female in the club.’
She should have been flattered
but as she lay on the black sheets of his bed naked she was disgusted. She was
only in the club because she was celebrating a promotion in her job. She was a
secretary for a law firm and was promoted to paralegal, a job she had been
going to night school for. She and her friends decided it was the perfect excuse
to celebrate. She was supposed to start the coming Monday.
‘What’s your name?’ she asked,
thinking that she could talk the man around and let her go free.
‘Jack’ he answered a little too
quickly.
She opened her eyes and looked at
him. ‘Okay, jack,’ she started, ‘if you let me go I promise I won’t tell
anyone,’ she smiled trying to reinforce that statement.
‘Oh I’m not worried that you are
going to tell anyone,’ he laughed.
Margaret knew that to be a bad
thing from what she had seen on TV.
‘What can I do for you to let me
go?’ she asked sheepishly.
‘Nothing’ jack smiled a crooked
smile.
He then made his way on top of
her and without her consent he had sex with her. When he finished he rolled
onto her right hand side and was trying to catch his breath as he said ‘that
was amazing!’
Margaret let him settle for a few
minutes. Then she looked at him, his eyes closed, and saw an opportunity to
escape. As his breathing slowed to a rhythm that told her he was asleep she slowly
and carefully rolled onto her left side, tears cascading down her face.
She knew she would only get one
opportunity to do what she was about to do so, with her free hand she quietly
opened the bedside locker drawer and felt around for the gun. Once she felt the
cold raw metal of it she slowly removed it and closed the bedside locker once
more.
Margaret looked at the steel
object in her hand and it looked massive. She had never seen a gun up close
before and was shocked at how heavy it was. She lay on her side, gun in one
hand, the other handcuffed to the bed head and wondered if push came to shove
would she be able to pull the trigger.
Before she answered her own
question, jack awoke and forcefully moved her onto her back.
BANG!
Unbeknownst to herself, Margaret had
pulled the trigger.
Jack started to shout, ‘you sneaky
bitch, you shot me!’
Margaret looked down and true enough
there was blood coming from a gaping hole in his abdomen. She could feel warm
liquid creep onto her skin.
There was a struggle as jack
tried to get Margaret to surrender the gun but then there was another loud
BANG. She had shot him again, this time in the chest.
Jack touched the wound and looked
at his hand in shock at the sight of the blood. Anger flooded his eyes as he
tried once more to grab the gun off Margaret. BANG. It went off again. Jack fell
on top of Margaret and was making a gurgling sound. He looked into her fearful
eyes and she could see his glaze over before the gurgling stopped.
She pushed his limp body off her and
rolled over to her left hand side once more. She put the gun back in the
bedside locker, noticing that she had blood all over her, and looked for the
key to the hand cuffs. She couldn’t find one so she proceeded to look in the
right bedside locker. To her relief she found jacks mobile phone sitting in the
top drawer.
Trembling she dialed 999 and to
her relief heard, ‘999, what’s your emergency?’ come from it.
‘I’ve just killed someone!’ she
said, her voice shaking.
Margaret gave all the details she
knew to the operator, which wasn’t much, but they could trace the call and low
and behold the police showed up twenty minutes later. They found her covered in
blood and crying hysterically.
One of the police men released Margaret
from her shackles immediately and covered her blood soaked skin in a blanket to
preserve her dignity, whilst the other checked jacks pulse. He called it in over
the radio. Margaret just grabbed one of the police men, unable to speak, and didn’t
let him go.
She was brought to the hospital and
got cleaned up and was moved to the police station once she was given the all
clear by the doctors. She was questioned thoroughly and gave a statement before
she was left go home. It was an obvious case of self defense.
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Hi monodemo - could you
Hi monodemo - could you please confirm the picture you've used is copyright free? Also I notice you're asking for feedback - I'm sure if you read some of the other great stories we have on the site and leave comments for other people, they will return the favour. Good luck!
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