b a c k t o r e a l i t y xx Aug 7, 2006 13:15:37 GMT
Post by C A S S I D Y ford xx on Aug 7, 2006 13:15:37 GMT
x.// SHE'S CHOKED
She was drunk. Very, very drunk. She had so much alcohol in her system, her stomach was burning, her walking was so slurred, she could barely remember who the hell she was. There was no way she'd get home tonight, she'd probably end up sleeping in the gutter or something.
Tilting her head to the side, she looked ahead of her, only able to see a few feet, before the place went into total darkness, she walked, her high heeled boots sounding as the hit the stone floor, occasionally, the recently turned blond girl tripped, but steadied herself. Then she heard something, a noise behind her, like foot steps. Shuffling feet. She turned around quickly, but there was no one there from what she could see, so she carried on walking. Must be hearing things, the winds was playing tricks on her. She coughed slightly, her through a little rawfrom all the pure vodka she'd drank that night. She heard it again. Shuffle shuffle.
Cassidy Ford was always a little wary, she was a known woman around California, owning one of the biggest modelling agencies and all, she had a lot of friends, and a lot of enemies. Turning arund she called out, her voice raspy, and stttery, her words a little confusing, but a lot less confusing as they seemed to be in her head.
She called softly, not heairng anything anymore, so swiftly turning, and amost faling, walking forwards again, before hearing yet another noise.
Yet, this noise wasn't like the previous shuffling. It was like, a thumping, quick and reletively heavy by the sounds, she felt two hands wrap around her neck, and a body crash into her back, pushing herto the ground, were she grazed her hand. She kicked outrageously, the attacker grasping at her bagn puling it off of her and opening it, seeing ther was nothing inside but an empty purse, not even a cent, not even a mobile he could see on. The man, dressed all in black, kicked Cassidy in the side, grippig her hair and pulling her up, ramming her against a building, before watching her fall to the ground, he dropped the bag, and fell onto her heavily, she breathed deeply, her breath caught in her chest.
He pulled at her curls and liften her skirt, pulling down his zipper ... and raping her. About an hour later, after another thrashing, he left her, unconscious, and bloodied, in the back alley, her clothes torn. She was only just breathing, after suffering a panic attack and falling unconscious, if someone didn't find her, who knew what could happen.
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