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Archive-name: Violent/taken2.txt
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Archive-author: Paul Colbenson
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Archive-title: Taken - 2
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I Spent the whole weekend in a daze. At first I wanted to
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tell my parents, but I wasn't supposed to have anyone over to the
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house when they weren't home. I stayed in my room a lot and tried
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to not think of what Randy had done to me. By Monday morning, the
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burning between my legs had stopped.
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I went to school, not thinking at all about the weekend. I
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saw Randy twice, but was able to duck and hide both times before
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he could see me. It was 5th period, and I had a study hall. I
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usually go to practice piano in the sound proof booths in the band
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room because it was usually empty this period.
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I really like this period, because I get to be alone with
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my music. I enjoy the solitude, and right now, I can use it.
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I had been playing for about five minutes when I heard the
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door open. It happens every so often, someone else wanting to use
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the booth I was in.
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Without looking to see who it was, out of habit I said,
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"This booth is taken. You'll have to use a different one."
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"No, I think I'll use this one." I froze. It was Randy's
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voice. "Better yet, I'll just use you."
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"Go away. Please just go away", I ask him.
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"Well that depends on how nice you are to me.", he says as
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he shuts and locks the door. I had never noticed before just how
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secluded I was in this booth. With the door locked, there was no
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way out. Since there was no window, no one could see in. I
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couldn't even scream because no one would hear me.
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Randy was moving towards me. I stood up and moved to the
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back wall. "Please don't." I asked in an unconvincing voice. He
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didn't even both to answer.
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He stopped right if front of me, and tried to kiss me on
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the mouth. I turned away, hoping he would take the hint that I
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didn't want to do anything.
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"If that's the way you want it.", he said.
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He started rubbing my breasts over my shirt with the back
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of his hands almost like he was inspecting them. He looked right
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at my chest as he did this. I felt like some piece of meat being
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looked over for freshness or something.
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"You got a date for the prom yet?", he asked me. I shook my
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head no. "Then I will pick you up at eight o'clock Friday night."
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I guess this was his way of saying that he wanted to go out
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with me again. He stopped rubbing my breasts, and moved his hands
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to my waist. Without notice, he started to undo my pants. I tried
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to stop him by moving his hand away, but he just grabbed my wrist
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and squeezed as hard as he could. There was a look of rage in his
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eyes.
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"Don't EVER do that again, or I will fucking beat you so
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hard that you'll wish that you didn't have hands.", he said
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through clinched teeth. He threw my hand away from him like it was
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some piece of trash he didn't want.
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He got my pants undone, and pulled them down along with my
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panties. Instead of removing them, he left them around my ankles.
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I guess to keep from having to take them off over my shoes.
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"Lay down.", he told me. I knew what was coming. Even
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though I didn't want to, I knew it was useless to fight him. I
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laid down.
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He unzipped his pants, letting his thing fall out. He
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didn't take his pants off, as a matter of fact he hardly even
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slide them down. He only moved them enough to get the zipper away
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from his thing. I knew from sex-ed classes that it wasn't really
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called a "Thing", but at this moment I couldn't think of it as
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anything but a thing. A thing that had violated my body, and was
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about to again.
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He pulled my legs apart hard, laying between them as he
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did. The pants around my ankles made the angle difficult, but
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Randy finally got his thing to me. He had to work a bit to get it
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in. It didn't go in very far, but it hurt a lot. I wondered if it
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would always hurt. I was happy that it didn't go very far in,
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because it hurt the way it was.
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The pain being less there was compensated by the fact that
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Randy was putting so much weight on the pants at my ankles, that
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the fabric was cutting into my skin. Unlike the first time at my
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house, this one didn't last very long at all. He gave a final
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grunt, then I felt his stuff running down the inside of my thigh.
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He looked me in the eyes and said, "I have been looking
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forward to that all weekend. You'll be quite the obedient one by
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the time I'm done with you." These words hit me like a hammer.
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He got up, zipped himself, and said "Be here tomorrow at
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the same time. Otherwise I'll have to hunt you down. If I have to
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do that, I won't be as easy on you as I have been." I couldn't
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contemplate him being any rougher than he has been.
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With that he walked out, leaving me lying on the floor with
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my pants at my ankles. I couldn't get up because all I could think
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of were his final words "By the time I'm done with you." What had
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he meant? I was sure I didn't want to knew.
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