Nightmare (Closed)

[RainingHeat]

This story is Closed for myself and Se7en

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(The song below is "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold)

Nightmare!
Now your nightmare comes to life

Dragged ya down below ... Down to the devil's show
To be his guest forever ... Peace of mind is less than never
Hate to twist your mind... But God ain't on your side
And old acquaintance severed ...Burn the world your last endeavor

Flesh is burning... You can smell it in the air
Cause men like you have ... Such an easy soul to steal
So stand in line while ... They ink numbers in your head
You're now a slave ... Until the end of time here
Nothing stops the madness, Turning, haunting, yearning... Pull the trigger

You should have known... The price of evil
And it hurts to know.. That you belong here, yeah ...
it's your fuckin' nightmare

The music thrummed thru the apartment. She wanted it loud. She needed it loud. It helped her to not think. And she did NOT want to think right now. Think about what he... he being her now ex-boyfriend Stan, had done to her. Stan the man she often called him. Of course she meant it lovingly. She loved him. And she thought that he loved her. She had just found out, the night before, that she thought wrong.

Emma... he had said... My sweet sweet Emma... it just isn't working out.

What.. what wasn't working out? But deep down she knew. She knew all too well. She wouldn't sleep with him. That's the reason. Didn't matter what else he babbled on about. It was simple. She didn't want to have sex until her wedding night. She wanted that night to be special. To make love for the first time with the man she would spend her life with. That was all she wanted. And, she had told him that. Stan the man. He had thought it... admireable. He had thought it cute. He had been ok with it, at that time. Now... months later.. he was not Ok with it. Not OK with it at all.

It's your fucking nightmare.

It was HER fucking nightmare.

And it fucking HURT....

Can't wake up in sweat... 'Cause it ain't over yet
Still dancing with your demons ... Victim of your own creation
Beyond the will to fight... Where all that's wrong is right
Where hate don't need a reason.. Loathing self-assassination

You've been lied to ... Just to rape you of your sight
And now they have the nerve ... To tell you how to feel (feel)
So sedated as they... Medicate your brain ... And while you slowly ... Go insane they tell ya
"Given with the best intentions ... Help you with your complications"

You should have known ... The price of evil
And it hurts to know ... That you belong here, yeah
No one to call... Everybody to fear
Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah.. Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare...

Little did Emma know what Nightmares lay ahead for her...

This particular morning, the morning "after"... she had showered and was planning on going to work. She hoped that a day in the classroom with the kids, she being a teacher, would take her mind off Stan the man...

But seeing his shaving kit, perched innocently on her on her bathroom sink, had sent her into a tailspin. Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, she wondered why... why would he hurt her like that. She was pretty.. right? Well, she certainly was... with those crystal blue eyes and that mane of flaming red hair.

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Stan....her Stan the man... had told her his favorite thing about her was that natural, fire red, long mane of hair. Emma knew it attracted attention. It always had. She was always a bit embarrassed by that. Sometimes, often times, she wore her hair in a pony tail, just so it would NOT attract the attention of guys. She was not a flirt. She was actually very, well... innocent. Alittle naive... sweet.. and still young, being all of 19 years old. Stan, was 25. Much more experienced then she was. Stan the man had bedded his share of women. Surely he thought he could bed the beautiful red head, no matter what she said. When he couldn't, that was when he broke up with her.

Now, staring at his shaving kit, she felt that awful wave of emotions once again. Sadness.. bewilderment... confusion... and that hint of anger.. How dare he... asshole.. she thought to herself.

No, she'd take the day off today. She just needed to... regroup.

After calling the school... Emma put on her favorite pair of jeans, a grey college sweatshirt... Go UConn.... and her coat. Slipping her boots on last, she then ventured out into the cold to just go for a walk, clear her head. Pulling her hood up against the chill, she found her way to the park nearby. One of her favorite places, winter or summer, to just sit and relax. A cup of hot tea from the nearby coffee shop, warming her hands. She was alone, and that was ok with her. It was too cold for most people to be out for a walk, let alone sitting in the park, but Emma welcomed the chilling bite of wind. A sip of tea kept her toasty on the inside, as she sat and thought about.. well.. him... Stan the man... Fucking Loser...
"I should have brought my IPOD" she mumured to herself.. then at least the music would stop her from thinking of him...

But she was thinking of him.... That was the reason she never heard the crunch of boots on the hardpacked snow as someone approached. And when she felt the bench shift a bit, as that person sat down, she was a bit... surprised. Turning, she had hoped that maybe... just maybe... Stan had a change of heart. Right? He knew this was one of her favorite places. She had told him. She had walked here and sat here... with him... Maybe he had come to find her, to tell her that he really did love her and his breaking up with her was a mistake. But her cool blue eyes did not meet the warm brown of Stan's. It was nothing more than a stranger.... And Emma just wished he would... well.. just go away....

She almost said it... those very words... Almost...

"Hello, my name is Mike, can I sit here please?" ..... He smiled.

Glancing away, she hoped it did not look too obvious that she'd been crying. Had she been? She didn't even realize it til just now. She gave him a slight nod of agreement...why not... it wasn't like she owned the bench. Would she rather be alone, of course. Go away... she wanted to say... Just go away... But she stayed silent.

But... she could not help but feel the heat of his gaze. Roaming over her. Taking in every detail, even tho she was bundled under the heavy coat. It was a bit... unnerving... it was almost as if she could feel his touch across her breasts... fingers sliding down her torso, slipping between her legs... Bethany suddenly shook her head, trying to get the sensation to cease...

As if reading her mind he, not wanting her to stop thinking about HIM.. he quickly took her right hand gently and planted a kiss on her cool slender fingers “I would love to get to know you more, will you go out with me? We can go drink coffee or have lunch in your choice of place”…… He gave her a warm smile and another tender kiss was planted on her fingers as he awaited her reply. He resisted licking his lips as her delicious skin, soft, smooth, along with the perfume that was her, assaulted his senses, and it was a damn fine assault at that. She was sweet and her scent was intoxicating. Her eyes were pools in which a man twice as good as himself would find hard to escape.

The question caught her completely offguard. She had not expected, just one day after Stan had told her he did not love her, that she would be asked out by another. And truth be told, it did not make her feel good. She loved Stan. She didn't want, or need, anyone else. And certainly not this stranger.

"you are very kind, but no thank you" her words were soft, but firm. Or at least she hoped they were. "I already have a boyfriend" Ok, that was an outright lie, at least now it was, it had been the truth only yesterday, but what would he know. She really just wanted him to go away now... please....

 

[Se7en_]

Furious was Mike as the words left Emma’s mouth, furious was an understatement. He was a raging bull the moment he heard her response to him asking her out. "You are very kind, but no thank you. I already have a boyfriend."

He had watched, or maybe the correct term was that he stalked, her for months. His name was Mike and he was a handsome, charismatic and rich young man in his early twenties. Right now he was facing rejection for the first time in his life. Rejection by none other than the girl who was the object of his dreams, his obsession. She had rejected him and that sucked, that was not acceptable. Girls usually threw themselves at his feet. He had everything most girls desired, the looks, the body, the funny charismatic personality, the cars and the money. It was unheard of for him to be rejected by a girl. It never happened before and he was so sure it was never going to happen. He really thought highly of himself. Arrogance, some people may call it arrogance, but he called it confidence.

During the months he had stalked her, Mike had seen his lovely sextoy-to-be many many times in the swimming pool, in the street, in the mall, and many other places, but she was sadly almost always with her jerk of a boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend now. From the first time he laid eyes on her fiery red mane and her soft angelic features, he wanted her. She was simply adorable, and a dream girl for any man. But not the man she wanted. He had never loved her. Nevertheless, he just had to get in her head and more importantly between her legs. He just had to, but there was two hundred pounds of stan the fucking man between his cock and her waiting sex. Thus, the obsession began.

Mike had been stalking her for a long time following her around silently to school, when she goes shopping, etc. Today she was alone, and he knew why, he knew she had broke up with that jerk, Stan the man. What a ridiculous name, he had thought to himself often. He was obsessed enough to bug her house and thus knew about the break up, and the reason for the break up for that matter, not to mention that her angelic features had lost the joy they previously had. He had seen her smile multiple times through his high-powered binoculars, but not anymore. At that time, he decided to talk to her and ask her out. A golden opportunity had presented itself and he would be damned if he didn’t snatch it.

That did not work so well though. His dreams crashed and burned and it was time for plan B. For the time being plan B was trying to stop his rage from consuming him making him smack her in the park or worse; assault her. It was a damn shame; he had put on his most elegant, but simple, clothing; a striped shirt and black pants with a slick leather jacket that costs more than she makes in a month. He was handsome, well groomed, very gentle, very clever and very funny, not to mention quite rich..... "What more could a girl ask for???" ..... That was the positive and charming attitude he had as he approached the lovely girl, looking sad as she sat down on one of the benches in the park, alone and looking as if all the sadness in the world was buried and locked deep in her heart.

Mike was breathing heavily, trying to control his fury and then the words played again in his mind. "You are very kind, but no thank you. I already have a boyfriend."

That’s when he lost it, his expression changed from the gentle and friendly smile, to that of a raging bull as his face turned bright red with furious anger. It was as if a switch had been turned on.. or off.. or something. The look of pure venom in his eyes was nothing short of terrifying. His sudden explosion of anger now nearly screaming in her face, “I did NOT want to fuck you right now, just a quick friendly trip to the coffee shop, and you turn ME down for that asshole who broke up with you????? Give me a fucking break, you piece of shit!!!”

Rage... what she saw in his eyes was pure rage. He was losing it. Little did she know that, in the near future, that look would be one she would know all too well.

He was still struggling not to raise his hand and smack her in the middle of this public place, but he was so intent on hurting her now that she turned him down, her being the first girl to ever turn him down. His eyes were burning with all consuming hate as he glared at her. His expression was gushing malice and cruelty, and he had to take multiple deep breaths just to be able to hold back and not assault her in public. He leaned at the bench squeezing the old wood in his strong hand as he looked down at his shoes and breathed in and out in an attempt to slow down and force himself to leave before he does something stupid. His revenge must wait, he can exact vengeance on her in a public place. “Patience Mike, patience,” He told himself as he was calming down slowly.

Finally, he looked up and into her eyes. His own eyes were fiery red, blood had gathered inside them with his anger. He then pointed at her threateningly and his voice seeped into her ears. “This is not over!”. He said menacingly and walked away from her. After walking for a couple of seconds, he glanced over his shoulders looking at her, she catching that threatening, almost knowing look on his face, as if saying ‘we’ll meet again; your troubles with me are way from over.’

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He already knew her house, he had watched her for a long time, even broke in a few times, installing bugs and recording devices in one of those times. Luckily for him, she lived alone, an easy and certainly a very attractive target. Not to mention, deserving of harsh punishment, at least in his twisted mind.

He had made plans to kidnap her and force her to accept him and become his sexslave for that infraction in the park. “She needs correcting,” he thought to himself as he climbed up the stairs of the small apartment complex she lived in. It was another cold dark night as he sneaked up the stairs in total silence almost like a tiger stalking his prey. He was clad in black; black jeans, black shoes, a black leather jacket and a matching black scary mask covered his face.

He grinned wickedly as he worked on the lock to her door thinking she won't be living there for long after the events he had planned for that day. She will come to dread this day as it would mark the start of her new life with him.

He was shrewd and easily managed to sneak up to the apartment building without being seen. Helped of course by the fact that it was three in the morning, making moving under the cover of night very easy without drawing suspicion. Glad that everyone there was asleep, he went up to her apartment and picked the lock after some effort. He then waited a little to see if the sound woke her, or anybody else up.
He got in and tiptoed around the house. Surely, at three in the morning she would be asleep as is mostly everyone else in the neighborhood. He moved around the house, knowing exactly where to go, having already sneaked in before multiple times. He was surprised to not find her in her bedroom and he frowned; he was sure she walked in the house and didn’t walk back out. He scratched his head and thought maybe she fell asleep on the couch, so he walked back into the living room and saw her pretty little body splayed on the couch still fully clothed and curling up on herself with a small blanket as it was a very cold night.

He stood over her with a wide grin thinking his plan and ‘rightful’ revenge were almost coming to fruition as he brought out a small piece of cloth and some form of drug. He managed to find a drug that doesn't cause sleep, just makes one tired and weak, some sort of a strong muscle relaxant. He had spilled an extra-heavy dose on that little piece of clothing to ensure it worked faster. The drug made moving limbs require a large effort, and so would make resisting very hard, when she was already a small girl with no fighting chance anyway with a strong muscular guy like him.

He wanted to kidnap her while she was awake, just completely helpless to do anything about it. He wanted to instill fear in her heart from the first moment he kidnaps her. In his mind that made the whole thing that much more fun and exciting.

He stood over her, and slowly removed the small blanket from her slemder body, his hand ready over her mouth, it was on stand-by, ready to force the drug-soaked cloth between her delicious ruby lips as soon as she opens her mouth to scream. His other hand started to stroke her soft cheek as his calm menacing tone assaulted her ears "Wake up sleepy cheeks, your man is here!"

 

[RainingHeat]

His eyes.

That glare he had given her. With those eyes.

It was just a glance over his shoulder as he walked away from her, as she walked away from him. Why had she turned to look? She felt bad, telling him no, to be honest. He seemed nice enough, until that outburst. That anger. And that look, with those eyes. It was if he were the Predator, a wolf licking his fangs, ready to tear the throat out of the fawn that lay beneath him. She being that fawn. She had never seen anything so utterely enraged, yet so chilling calm, in her life. It creeped her out, and still did, even tho she was home, safe, warm, in her apartment.

She would never understand why he had been so pissed.

But it no longer really mattered. It was over. Forgotten for the most part, right?

Emma looked toward the bedroom, but she wasn't tired. It didn't matter that it was nearly 11pm. She didn't have to get up in the morning, it was the weekend. She could sleep in. Truth be told, she was dreading it. She had spent so many weekends with Stan... So many fun filled weekends... Now, she'd be alone... and she hated that idea. Hated it. It was that thought that she fell asleep on her old, comfortable sofa with. That lonely thought....

"Wake up sleepy cheeks, your man is here!"

Emma opened her eyes, and found herself looking up at Stan. The sun was shining behind him, casting him in a warm, golden glow. Like he was her angel, her knight in golden shining armor. Her man was there. Stan the man. She had fallen asleep in his arms, again. She had a habit of doing that, she always felt so safe when wrapped up in his embrace. Safe and warm... She felt loved...

"Emma... my sweet sweet Emma.... I never loved you"

What?

"I never loved you"

But.... you....said you... did...

"Wake up sleepy cheeks, your man is here"

He had never called her sleepy cheeks before. Never. Sweet Emma... yes... sleepy cheeks.. no. So why was he calling her that now?

Emma felt the gentle stroke of a fingertip along her cheek. The sensation sent a shiver thru her still slumbering form, along with the softest of moans. She had always liked it when he touched her face like that, it was always so soothing and a little arousing at the same time.

"Stan?" the name slipped from her lips, just as her eyes began to blink open, trying to focus. What time was it anyways? And how had he gotten in? "Stan.... what?" A couple more blinks. The room was dark, accept for a small light she always kept on over on the desk. Dim, it barely lit the entire room. "Stan is that....." but she never got the last word out. Her gaze came into focus and all she could see was some hideous monster in front of her, touching her, looming over her. But... there are no such things as monters, her mind rationalized... Of course not, another part answered... Someone broke in....

RAPE

The word flashed across her mind. She could hear her father, and her grandfather, that night they set her down to talk to her about moving to the "big bad city"... The topics of conversation... Violence... and RAPE.... these kinds of things happened in the city. Women were raped and killed there every day. They were such small town men, Emma had thought to herself. She'd be fine. That would never happen to her. She'd always lock her door... her windows... she promised. And... she had. She knew she had locked the door when she came in. It was habit to her. Windows too. That was one reason she kept a fan in her bedroom, because she would not sleep with the window open. RAPE... it would never happen to her.

"No... what... WHO ARE YOU?" She wanted to scream. She had neighbors. They would hear her. They would come to help. Save her from the Monster. The Monster who wanted to rape her. The Monster her father and grandfather had warned her about. But the words never made it past her lips. She tried to scream, she really did. She could see the words in her mind. With every ounce of strength she had she tried to force those words out. Something... Anything.... but she heard Nothing. Nothing but a muffled groan. Was that from her? Why couldn't she scream? Why couldn't she... anything?

 

[Se7en_]

"Stan?" That was the first word, or whisper that left Emma’s lips and slipped into Mike’s ears. It was definitely the last thing he wanted to hear, 'Seriously, that’s the first thing you think of when your sleep is disturbed by an intruder hellbent on making you pay the ultimate price?' He scoffed and thought to himself as she still struggled with trying to wake up.

If he was angry at her before, he was now furious and raging with anger. He almost wanted to lock his hands around her neck and squeeze so tight he would break her neck, but that would be a merciful easy end for her. 'She doesn’t deserve that kindness!' He rationalized to himself and managed to get his nerves under control for now. He would take his revenge, but for now, he had to get his priorities straight, as in getting her ready to be shipped to his house, and then he can extract righteous vengeance. It was far from righteous, not that he cared or knew the difference between righteous and bat-crap crazy.

"Stan what???" "Stan is that….???" The words came to Mike’s ears as his victim was transitioning from deep sleep to full consciousness. 'Still on that Stan crap? Gimme a fucken’ break!!!'

He thought to himself, and then whispered in a deep sinister tone, "Stan? Who's Stan?" He said as he thrust the cloth inside her mouth preventing her from saying more, he then continued; mocking. "Oh, wait, you don't need to answer, I can do that for you...... Well it’s not fucking piece of shit Stan I can tell you that!"

He announced with the cloth being pushed completely inside her waiting mouth, since she had clearly became conscious and endless screams would soon follow her whispers for Stan, and that won’t end well for him, hence the drug-soaked cloth found its new home between the girl’s lovely lips that he badly wanted to taste, but decided against that for the time being.

With the cloth in mouth, Mike pulled the blanked she had covering her and then jumped on the couch, straddling her small body. He shivered as he felt the young girl's body beneath him. He was aware that now she lay there, powerless and helpless. She was his to do whatever sick things his perverted mind had cooked up for her. It seemed she had no hope now with the drug invading her lungs and forcing her body to refuse the commands of her brain. The look in her eyes was priceless as well making him lick his lips and almost shiver at the thought of forcing her to maintain that terrified expression, and she sure would when he takes her back to his place and have his way with her.

His face had lit up with a bright evil smirk that she couldn’t see from behind his dark scary mask. He wanted to hide the identity of her kidnapper, and have her wonder for sometime before showing her the face of the man she turned down no more than a few hours before this cursed night. The face of the man who would be her worst nightmare. He would make her pay for actually turning him down, no girl had done that before, no girl had refused him before, and no girl had insulted him before. He had decided that he would have to punish this first offender harshly for this unforgivable mistake.

He quickly moved his hand to her chin forcing her jaw open while she was still trying to open her eyes and figure out what was going on. Of course he had no intention to give her that kind of luxury as his other hand forced the drug-soaked cloth deeper into her waiting mouth and then wrapped the loose ends around her head to ensure the cloth stays where he wanted it to stay, ensuring the effect of the drug continues long enough for him to restrain her and carry her out of this place.

Quickly, he grabbed her small hands to prevent her from removing the gag, "Yo cutie. I am tonight's entertainment!" His lips curved in a sinister grin as he pinned her arms to either side of her head. His heart was racing and his mind going into overdrive with the possibility that his plan might very well come to fruition this night, and he would obtain his very own sex-toy, and not just any sex-toy, one that actually looks so innocent and lovely not to mention he had a valid reason to punish her and abuse her. It was valid, at least in his mind. The mind that was constructed horribly wrong to rationalize such acts. Regardless, he was in luck.

He waited the few moments for the drug to take full effect and then he leant in and started to kiss around her cheeks, neck and the small exposed parts of her chest, lips gliding over her tender flesh causing his manhood to harden between his legs, straining for the release it won't be getting anytime soon.

"I bet you're shocked eh? Don't worry. I will answer all your questions when we get to my place. We'll have a little party together, just you and me, how cool is that? I am sure it'll be fun my little girl." Again, a mischievous grin appeared on his face as he locked his gaze into hers, kind of wanting to risk extending his time in her place just for the sake of the thrill it was giving him, just for the sake of terrorizing her even while she was in the safety of her own home, to make her wonder how bad it would be when he had her in his place. 'Oh the possibilities,' Mike visibly shivered at the thought of how amazing this could end up.

Mike sat by her side in the large sofa and his hands collected her delicate wrists in one large hand trapping them in his iron grip. He knew she couldn't move them much anyway, but this was fun, giving her layers upon layers of helplessness beats leaving the drug to hog all the fun and do all the work. Mike then pulled her wrists over her head where he held them tight to make sure she doesn’t bother him as he toys with her.

His other hand moved to her chest to cup one of her breasts through the material of her clothing. His expression instantly changed to one of extreme satisfaction, "ooooh so tender my little girl. I have so long dreamt of this moment, and now you are MINE!!!" He stressed the word ‘mine’ almost talking in a loud voice. He then paused for a long moment thinking he might have messed up and talked in a too loud of a voice, loud enough to rouse the neighbors from their night slumber. He stayed silent while staring into her deep angelic eyes and then slowly leant close wrapping his lips around her earlobe biting down gently. He nibbled on her ear for a moment before whispering in her ear, "Mine forever......."

He inhaled her feminine scene in the close proximity, causing him to almost get drunk on the tantalizing promise of soft skin to kiss and lick underneath those clothes, the promise of a gorgeous body to toy with hidden behind the garments, the promise of delicate skin to mark protected by the layers covering it and the promise of three holes to use and ravish whenever and however he wanted.

Mike kept listening to check if someone might have actually heard him. Every muscle in his body tense as moment after moment passed. Each one bringing him relaxation as he realized no one heard a thing. His plan should work exactly as he had envisioned and no interruptions were coming. No one was going to ruin his fun now. Rescue was not coming, help wasn’t on the way. Nothing was on the way, except a whole heap of trouble, pain and humiliation for her. She was, for all intents and purposes, completely screwed.