I could hear his steps growing distant as seconds passed by.
I could see nothing but darkness. I felt numb all over my body. I got a taste of my own blood. The room smells disgusting. But none of that matters.
I could hear the pounding of my heart against my chest as I could feel myself closing to my end.
I pounded weakly against the metal door.
"Babe, please open the damn door!"
I shouted, hoping he'd change his mind. Though I know better, I'd still try and reach out.
My limp body slipped over the door to the floor and I was brought on my knees buckled again like how I always did this past few weeks.
"I knew I shouldn't have said 'yes' at that damn party." I said to myself.
My mind drifted off to our first encounter.
Music was blaring all over the place. I've been surrounded by a crowd of people drunk, horny and intoxicated.
I'm dancing with the music, swaying my hips and raising my arms, sometimes shaking my hair.
I know I'm drunk and wasted. This isn't right, but who the hell cares?
I smiled to myself. I am a strong independent woman and I can decide for myself, I can handle this.
College sucks. But life within my family's house sucks even more.
I felt someone hold onto my waist as I swayed my hips with the music. It felt right for those hands to be placed there. Rough, strong and big.
My smile broadened even more. I swayed my hips more against his. I could feel his hold tighten a little.
The last thing I remember was me dancing by the dancefloor with this stranger. I don't know when I was put inside a car, making out with the very same man.
His kisses were long, rough, enticing and addicting. I wanted more. I needed more. More of him, of his touch.
He suddenly stopped and looked at me straight in the eye, while I was still laying my back against his car's leather seat.
I don't remember how he looks like with lights on, but I know he was beautiful even in the dark.
'Would you be mine?' he suddenly asks.
Feeling in the moment, I answered.
'Yes.'
And I never knew I'd regret it so much.
My thoughts were interrupted with a sudden knock by the door. Before I could even shout for help, somebody slid a phone below the metal door.
"Call the police. Never mention his name. Get out of this town." said the man, I don't think I've ever heard of his voice before.
"How do I know this isn't a trap? If you really want to help me, why don't you just open the damn door?"
I know it was a bullshit to question the man even when he's helping me, but I just couldn't help but doubt.
"You know very well how much he doesn't trust anyone, especially with his keys." Said the man and I heard his steps as he walked away.
"Thanks." I muttered, even when I knew he wouldn't here any of it.
I fumbled against the phone as I typed 911 and called.
I heard the sound of sirens all over the place as my sight suddenly tilted and everything goes black.