“Fuck,” she cried out. The smile on his face was almost evil. Meeka sat frozen in her chair as she felt his knees touch the bare skin of her legs. She felt so conflicted knowing this man was basically raping her. She noticed she was still wearing the same outfit she had worn out to the club with her friends, with the exception of her shoes. All she could do to stop him, she realized, was beg. He said it as simple as if she was merely a piece of clothing at a department store that he saw and wanted for his wardrobe. It made no sense to her with the amount of drinks she had had that her body reacted the way it did. “My giant cock is going to feel so good inside your tight virgin pussy.” And then he drove himself into her, stealing away her virginity. Meeka tried to think back. Her thoughts were cut short by the sound of a drawer opening. Finally after a few moments, Meeka got up the courage to ask, “What do you want me here for?” She felt a tear fall down her face as she spoke.
