The Masked Man
It had been quite an argument. Laura, Gina and Wendy had all rounded on me over Gina’s ex boyfriend. “Alicia, you are a slag,” Laura had begun, “you know she’s still sweet on him, how could you?” Then the others raged in on me, the music in the nightclub adding to the pounding they were giving me. I didn’t get chance to explain. So what, they saw me kissing him just before we all met up. He said he fancied me and I fancied him but that was it. There had been no previous meetings, no sex, just kissing. There was nothing else apart from him slipping his hand up my dress and me feeling him through his jeans, and yes I did like it and yes, he was as hard as iron! But that was it. We both agreed to wait and see. The others just didn’t want to know. They insisted I must have slept with him and I was suddenly an outcast, my girlfriends who I had known for years just blanked me out so I stormed out into the summer evening half light. I had been in a trance, storming off in the direction of my flat, head whirling with the catty accusations of my so called friends, especially Gina who had been spitting pure venom. It was a route I had travelled many times, not a great distance from town through the park to my place then suddenly I checked myself. I’d forgotten about the wooded bit, the narrow footpath between the park and the edge of my estate where my flat was. It was always daylight when I did this journey and normally I would have taken a taxi at night. I stopped dead in my tracks to take stock. I was right in the middle of it, halfway along the path with thick trees and bushes on both sides and it was getting dark. ‘How could I have been so stupid’, I thought reproaching myself for being so engrossed in my thoughts. I set off again, this time much quicker but hampered by four inch stilettos on a stony path. I could feel my vulnerability growing, and I was feeling suddenly cold with little on except a flimsy dress, Başakşehir escort bayan way too short and a little cardigan around my shoulders, and then he was there! I squealed as undergrowth rustled, heavy footsteps scraped the path then what appeared to be a giant, all in black blocking my path. “Please don’t hurt me,” I pleaded squealing the first thing that came into my head. He didn’t speak. In the half-light I could see he was wearing a black ski-mask covering everything except for his mouth and eyes, boring into me like lasers. I had stopped dead and shook with fright as the man towered over me. I could actually hear my heart beating like a drum, the hair on the back of my neck tingling with fear, legs trembling at what was to come. He was easily over six foot, much taller than me. I nearly fainted but decided I just had to try to control myself. I shook back my long brown hair in an effort to muster some credibility. “What do you want?” I shouted feebly, trying to put some authority into it but failing miserably. “What are you going to do to me?” suddenly sounding defeated. Still he didn’t speak or even move. There was no way I was able to run away, he had trainers on and I had my summer sandals with heels that still didn’t give me any great height. I felt no choice but to resign to my fate and state the obvious. “You’re going to rape me, aren’t you?” Why did I say that? Was I stalling for time? I looked around me, nothing but trees and darkness and not a soul in sight. How loud could I scream? I thought, then, how much use would that be. Time had suddenly stopped still. I tried to imagine the face behind the mask. He seemed youngish judging by his body. Tall, lean and very obviously muscular. Oddly I could only imagine a fairly handsome guy inside it. I felt as if I had offered myself up to him, if he was going to rape me then there would be little Escort Bayrampaşa I could do about it without putting myself at risk of some injury. Then he spoke. “You can go,” he said, his voice wavering but not threatening. Did I hear him right? I began to resume my journey and he stepped aside to give me free access to the path. Was this a trick? Would he attack me from behind? I decided to confront him. “I don’t believe you,” I shrieked. I didn’t mean to shriek but that was the only voice I had. “I think you are going to hurt me.” “No,” he said simply. “You can go. I’m sorry I frightened you. It was stupid of me now please go.” Strangely I did believe him. I walked past him, the musky scent of him heavy in the dank air. I was going to run, run like mad but something made me turn around. Was he really going to let me go? It was obvious I was his for the taking. He stood there, by the path, still and not attempting to follow me. His eyes glared at me in the semi darkness. “Don’t be afraid,” he said, his voice now much more even. “Do you want me to walk you to safety? There is still a long way to go.” This was weird. I knew I should have run, but I didn’t. My courage was returning although still fragile but I felt I needed some explanation. “You were going to rape me, weren’t you?” I shouted. “Maybe.” Then checking himself. “No, I very much doubt it.” he said simply. “Why?” I asked lamely. “Why jump out at me?” “No sensible reason,” he said softly. “You are very pretty so why not?” He shrugged unconvincingly. He studied me intently before adding. “I had a fight with my mates over a girl. She wasn’t worth it so I wanted some sort of revenge. I’m sorry, it was stupid. Now please go. I’ll follow some distance behind you to make sure you’re safe.” What was wrong with me? Why am I still here, I thought. I should get away quickly. “Were you going to take me into the Beşiktaş escort bushes?” Why on earth did I ask him that? Go, go now. “Yes.” “That’s not very nice is it? A bit rough don’t you think?” What am I saying? Go, go, go. “I found an old mattress, it’s hidden over there,” he said pointing into the dense woodland. “What were you going to do to me?” What! Why did I say that? I wasn’t cold anymore, I also realised I wasn’t frightened either. Excited, yes that was it. I was excited! The initial shock had gone. “Put you on your knees and make you suck my cock before fucking the crap out of you,” he said frankly. There was no threat in his voice, just the facts. “Show me where,” I said suddenly not even aware I was going to say it. Did I say it, maybe I just thought it. “Over here,” he answered pointing the way. Oh my God. I did say it. Okay, now is the time to say goodbye. Goodbye masked man. Run, run, run. “I can’t go through that in these shoes. How were you going to get me there?” “Carry you of course,” his voice now husky. Oh God. Now I know it’s time to go. Quickly now before he changes his mind. “You’d better carry me then,” I trilled. No. No I couldn’t have said that. He was coming towards me. Run. Run now!. I was rooted to the spot as he swiftly placed both hands on my waist and hoisted me from the floor, my high heels performing a vertical take-off, then he lobbed me over his shoulder like a sack of corn. What had I done! I was inert over his massive shoulder then I felt his hand across the tops of my thighs holding me in place, my dress, what there was of it had ridden up over my bottom and the cool of the dark woodland surrounded my bare upper thighs. My hair had slumped over the back of my head and pointed towards the undergrowth as did my arms, dangling helplessly as he swathed through it to his lair. Now there was no going back, I was his, he knew it and so did I, my stomach churned with anticipation although I knew what he was going to do to me, he had told me! God, how did I get myself into this? He slid me from his shoulder, sliding me down his front, my dress riding right up to my breasts, his hands following it as he steadied me onto the mattress he had placed behind a clump of wild bushes.