One night stand

"I'm not the one you are looking for," she tried to free herself from the strong grip of that demon who was pressing her harder under his muscular and wide body on a capacious bed. It looked like her inclusive body was covered with a quilt of thrones.

A stream of tears had already commenced being secreted from both of her lacrimal glands in her eyes and turned to flow down at the corner of her eyes as she felt a throbbing pain radiating all over her body, particularly in her abdomen. She wanted to scream at the highest hertz she could, but not even a whisper escaped from her mouth. She wanted to know what was happening at that moment.

Where am I?

What am I doing in an unknown place?

Who is he?

What does he want from me?

So many thoughts popped out of her mind and questioned herself back.

She tried to picture the man in front of her face in her eyes but only darkness was visible in her surroundings.

"No, you are the one I'm looking for. You are my pray today," he said in a scratchy voice without catching the sight of the pain in her voice.

He seized her whole body which looked like soft cotton candy at a slow pace but more vigorously. He engaged his protracted and broad fingers with her boneless fragile ones and brought both her hands over her head.

He tightened the grip more decisive and bound them concurrently with a rope by the edge of that large wooden bed.

She wanted to wail at him till his ears bleed with the entire blood of his body, but she couldn't even open her mouth since it was solely sealed the next moment.

"You," before she pronounced something, she felt an intense clasp around her mouth.

"Don't waste the time thinking about a way to escape from here. This is going to be your hell for the rest of your life," his voice was the most irritating one that she had ever heard in her entire life.

She wasn't at a phase to think whether his statement was valid or not as she felt worse than hell under his dominant body. She might have been attracted to him if the situation was different, as she could feel the captivating and flawless skin that was in closest contact with most of her body as his body features were visible despite the murky background. His aura was strong and wild like a beast.

He made the gap between her thin and smooth lips instantly by smashing with his pair of lips.  She felt disgusted with his every action.

"I hate you," she wanted to shout at him even though she knew well that it was impossible at that moment.

"What's happening to me?" She felt like the entire world around her was spinning upon her head.

Her eyes started to roll themselves and hide into their lids as they felt scared of that monster. She slowly started to get unconscious as he continued to kiss her wilder and wilder. Her vision turned blurrier every other second gradually and a gloomy darkness was displayed in her vision.

She lost entire control of her body not deliberately as her mind went blank and then replaced with darkness more than that place. But her body started to react according to his move in an unconsciously supportive way.

Exactly, she was under the full influence of the drug at that instant.

She obeyed his rhythm perfectly but wanted to compete with his tongue at the same time. The effect of the high-dose drug overtook her brain and sent the signal to whole her body to do something wilder. Her brain didn't want to lose the battle with him. She gradually but forcefully clenched the back of his neck with both of her fragile hands. His hands promptly started to undress her while making the kiss more energetic.

She had never had this Her eyes flickered with guilt. "I never meant for it to happen," she thought. "I thought I could handle the situation, protect my love and body for you. But I've betrayed you, and I don't know how to fix it. You trusted me, and I let you down. It's like I've cheated you out of the truth, out of the chance to make his own choices. How do I face you now? How do I explain that my actions were not voluntary, even though the outcome is anything but?" feeling that she felt extremely helpless which made to hate her own body. She felt more disgusted with every touch. Her mind wanted to resist her action, but the chemicals blunted in her blood made her go crazy.

Both of their bodies initiated to move up and down as he proceeded to boost his velocity step by step.

Her body was flooding on the bed like a lifeless stem on the water.

He lay beside her after he felt he had used all of his stamina.

He tilted his head to her side and tried to fantasize about her face, but he could see the darkness only under the dim light that was witnessing the scenery.

 Both fell asleep as soon as possible after the intense sex. If more accurate words are used, it must be said that she almost lost her life in the bed.

Next morning

He barely opened his swollen eyes as he had been sleeping for quite a long time and looked for the figure whom he spent his night with. But he realized that he had been sleeping alone on that bed. All the scenes from last night flashed in his memory.

"You want to run away from me? Do you think it's possible?" A wicked smile captured his risen lips and made him look more dangerous. He caressed his curly and shoulder-length hair tenderly and was about to leave the bed. But something on the bed caught his attention.