Bye, Mom! I'm off to the store." Iris shouted as she shut her apartment door, locked it and spun around to descend the stairs.
It was a habit she'd developed after moving into her shady apartment building, alone. She had been hit on a few times, and just felt safer with the story that she did not live alone. As she climbed down her stairs, she heard a commotion.
Apprehensive yet curious, she slowly followed the noise to her right. It was misty and it was hard to see. She turned a corner to see 2 African men speaking rapidly in Arabic. One had a small white bag which he shook in the other one's face. The other seemed to speak sternly and shook his head firmly.
A ball of dread dropped in Iris' stomach. She went to turn away, back toward her apartment and complete her errand, but her sandal slipped due to the light rain. She fell backwards with a yelp and crashed to the ground.
Then, silence.
The men had stopped arguing, and she could hear footsteps approaching. Iris tried to stand, but she seemed to have twisted her ankle and her back twinged with the effort as well.
The men walked out from their nook and leered at her. Iris looked up into their pitch black eyes with her wide grey ones and swallowed hard. She looked away, and they laughed. "Are you hurt, sweetheart? I'm a doctor you know, I can make you feel good."
Iris whimpered. The man, Ayyub had invited her to tea when she had first arrived in her new apartment, and had basically told her that he would be waiting patiently for when he could impregnate her and make her his wife. Now, it seemed that he meant to make good on his promise.
Ayyub nodded to his friend, he nodded to Iris and he gave a sharp command. Ayyub and the unnamed friend grabbed Iris beneath both arms and dragged her back toward her apartment building- Ayyub lived directly below her.
Her head swam- a mixture of confusion, and debilitating horror; she could not move. In the doctors home, there were two beds parallel to each other with a camera mounted on top of a tripod. She'd remembered this from her last visit. The men tossed her onto the bed, and before she could move away, they tied her tightly against the bed nearest the door. It was bolted, of course, mocking her hope of escape.
The doctor made quick work of her clothes, only a long tee shirt and much too short shorts. She wasn't wearing underwear as all the clean pairs were waiting to be scrubbed clean just upstairs. She focused on the list of the other chores that still needed to be done as the doctor pulled free his flaccid cock from his slacks and bore into her with his beady black eyes.
She heard shuffling beside her, but ignored it and screwed her eyes shut.
After laundry, I have to vacuum. The camera powered on, and she could hear the unmistakable sounds of the doctor readying himself. The floors could use a good scrub too. The bed dipped, and she felt rough cotton against her nipples which were pebbled from the cold. She winced.
Ayyub leaned in and breathed hot rank breath against her neck and the shell of her ear. "You're mine now." Then, without any preparation, he impaled her with a surprisingly thick member for such a short and lean man. Iris screamed in pain, Ayyub moaned and the friend was heard sitting in the parallel bed.
Iris tried to tear away, but felt searing pain in her shoulder as it disconnected from the socket. She cried in agony, only spurring the doctor on. "Yes, your young tight pussy is so receptive and wet." He growled.
Tears streamed down her face and a throbbing began in her temple. She choked back a feral scream as the doctor licked the column of her neck before bit deep into her throbbing artery.
Everything went white. An electric ringing filled her ears. Her whole body throbbed in protest, and her thighs felt sticky -with semen and blood, she imagined. Ayyub's thrusts became erratic as he came close to completion, and he grabbed ahold of Iris by the column of the neck and crushed her throat.
The whiteness of searing pain flared red, then everything was black like her attacker's consuming stare.
The rest came in bits and pieces.
Vaguely, Iris registered her assailant's panic, as he threw himself from her limp form. She heard the dull thudding of their exit and her life's thread snap.