Perplexia
Romance embellisher
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She looked at him, then looked at his hand, then back to him searching his eyes. "arm?" she was offering a compromise. Adjusting his stance he gave her his arm, in which she took. It was actually more intimate then the hand. But it also gave her a sense of security that she was hanging on to, not being hanged on to.
Once they arrived to the flat he walked her up and they stepped inside. Have a seat she pointed to the over stuffed couch and went to her room to change back into her shorts and oversized sweatshirt.
When she came out she brought with her a folder. "Do you want some wine or something? she asked placing the accordion folder on the couch and she went and grabbed a bottle of tequila. Sitting on the opposite side of the couch she sat facing him with her legs crossed indian style and back against the couch. Taking a swig out of the bottle she began.
"I went to Northwestern on full scholarship as a lit major, with a minor in journalism. I have always had the gift of learning quickly. I only really had to hear something once and I got it. My counselor talked me into being a tutor. Said it was a great way to earn extra money without having to have regular hours as a part time job."
She took another swig of tequilla.
"When my parents were alive they gave me stories of how they met, and how he was the only man she'd ever been with intimately. It was like hearing stories of fiction. Probably why I chose literature, I love reading those girly classic romance novels.
So anyway, That's how I met Colten Cabodo Jr., I'm sure you recognize the name, he's the son of the Mob boss. I didn't know anything about that then. Who he was, or who his family was etc. He was just a football player that needed help with his interpretation of English lit. He was quite handsome and charming, and all the girls sought to have him. By have him, I mean be his latest fuck conquest. It was evidently suppose to be an honor to be chosen."
She took another swig out of the bottle and then another for good measure. One thing led to another and we started dating. At first he was a gentlemen but it didn't take long for him to get bored with that. He started to try to push me past where I wanted to go. I have never had a problem speaking my mind. I didn't like to be pressured into anything. It didn't take long for me to tell him I didn't want to see him anymore.
Till then I hadn't seen a violent side of him. But he evidently didn't like being told no. For ..." she stopped and took a long swig of the tequila and took a few deep breaths.
"For Five days he held me captive in a cellar in a cabin. He tortured me, choked me, beat me, tied me up, and starved me in every effort to get me to submit and to beg him to fuck me." Tears started to fall from her eyes as she grabbed at herself in order to calm down to continue.
"I was too stubborn to submit, and he had left the knife to close to me when he left from his day of torture. I managed to escape. I found my way to the highway and someone stopped and the police and an ambulance were called." She took a deep drink, and then ran to the bathroom where she threw up. Eventually she came back out a bit calmer and got back in the same position.
"I did everything I was suppose to. I testified at his trial, I got a restraining order, I filed a report with campus, and he only got a month in jail."
When he got out, he stalked me. But I went everywhere with security. After graduation I got my dream job as an assistant to a editor at a publishing house. That lasted a week and I was fired. No matter where i went to work, the same thing kept happening. Then he grabbed me off the street. All I had to do to make it stop was sleep with him."
So obviously I said "fuck you, no". This has been my life. I tried dating, but he put the guy in the hospital, paid another one off. No matter what I did, or where I went, he finds me. So I disappeared. I changed my hair, I went off the grid as much as i could. I don't have any family so I have no where to run to. I can't get the paper to give me a job traveling. I am just waiting for the inevitable."
Once they arrived to the flat he walked her up and they stepped inside. Have a seat she pointed to the over stuffed couch and went to her room to change back into her shorts and oversized sweatshirt.
When she came out she brought with her a folder. "Do you want some wine or something? she asked placing the accordion folder on the couch and she went and grabbed a bottle of tequila. Sitting on the opposite side of the couch she sat facing him with her legs crossed indian style and back against the couch. Taking a swig out of the bottle she began.
"I went to Northwestern on full scholarship as a lit major, with a minor in journalism. I have always had the gift of learning quickly. I only really had to hear something once and I got it. My counselor talked me into being a tutor. Said it was a great way to earn extra money without having to have regular hours as a part time job."
She took another swig of tequilla.
"When my parents were alive they gave me stories of how they met, and how he was the only man she'd ever been with intimately. It was like hearing stories of fiction. Probably why I chose literature, I love reading those girly classic romance novels.
So anyway, That's how I met Colten Cabodo Jr., I'm sure you recognize the name, he's the son of the Mob boss. I didn't know anything about that then. Who he was, or who his family was etc. He was just a football player that needed help with his interpretation of English lit. He was quite handsome and charming, and all the girls sought to have him. By have him, I mean be his latest fuck conquest. It was evidently suppose to be an honor to be chosen."
She took another swig out of the bottle and then another for good measure. One thing led to another and we started dating. At first he was a gentlemen but it didn't take long for him to get bored with that. He started to try to push me past where I wanted to go. I have never had a problem speaking my mind. I didn't like to be pressured into anything. It didn't take long for me to tell him I didn't want to see him anymore.
Till then I hadn't seen a violent side of him. But he evidently didn't like being told no. For ..." she stopped and took a long swig of the tequila and took a few deep breaths.
"For Five days he held me captive in a cellar in a cabin. He tortured me, choked me, beat me, tied me up, and starved me in every effort to get me to submit and to beg him to fuck me." Tears started to fall from her eyes as she grabbed at herself in order to calm down to continue.
"I was too stubborn to submit, and he had left the knife to close to me when he left from his day of torture. I managed to escape. I found my way to the highway and someone stopped and the police and an ambulance were called." She took a deep drink, and then ran to the bathroom where she threw up. Eventually she came back out a bit calmer and got back in the same position.
"I did everything I was suppose to. I testified at his trial, I got a restraining order, I filed a report with campus, and he only got a month in jail."
When he got out, he stalked me. But I went everywhere with security. After graduation I got my dream job as an assistant to a editor at a publishing house. That lasted a week and I was fired. No matter where i went to work, the same thing kept happening. Then he grabbed me off the street. All I had to do to make it stop was sleep with him."
So obviously I said "fuck you, no". This has been my life. I tried dating, but he put the guy in the hospital, paid another one off. No matter what I did, or where I went, he finds me. So I disappeared. I changed my hair, I went off the grid as much as i could. I don't have any family so I have no where to run to. I can't get the paper to give me a job traveling. I am just waiting for the inevitable."