You felt a moistness growing between your legs at the thought of this dominant stranger ravishing you, a beautiful, helpless damsel. This man was strong. Your curly red hair cascading down to the small of your back. You couldn’t help but gaze at your reflection in a passing storefront window. The police arrived a cordoned off the area, however a growing crowd gazed curiously at your dangling body. Soon, you barely felt anything at all. As you walked down the empty street, the only things keeping you company were the darkness of the night and the rhythmic clacking of your heels on the sidewalk. Looking down, you appeared to still be dress in your clothes, though you could feel the warm cum of your rapist still buried deep inside you. Soon, you barely felt anything at all. Your face felt as though it were on fire as blood flushed your cheeks. Your heeled feet liked out in every direction, desperately searching for a nonexistent perch. Your heeled feet liked out in every direction, desperately searching for a nonexistent perch.
