I want to know why so I can try and help." I told you I wasn't crying!" As he yelled he quickly got up from the rock and started toward me with anger....I know you were and I want to help." As I finished speaking I could see his hand clench into a fist. Then almost as if it were in slow motion I saw him draw back and take aim at my stomach. I tried to move away but it was already too late. I felt the pain from the blow as I doubled over and fell to my knees in the soft dirt. I stayed like that. “This is my apartment.” She says pointing the first door on the right. “If I’m not in the bar, you can find me or a note saying where I went here.” She identifies the doors on the left as the storeroom for the bar and the stairs to the basement. “There’s a washer and a couple dryers in the basement. I’ll have to clean out one of the storage bays for you.” You can’t help but notice she says nothing about the heavy iron door on the right as she turns to the left at the back of the hallway and. A warm body slid up behind me. Something hard pressing to my lower back even against the back of my panties as I felt a hand brush aside my hair and lips lock on my ear. I groaned a little, trying to pull back from Marie’s kiss only to end up feeling a tongue brushing over my ear. It was sensitive, beyond belief… And this sneaky assailant knew how to tease it. A third hand snuck up to grope my other breast before a strong hand found it’s way down into my panties. Strong fingers Pressing to my. Something soft touched her calf. Her knee. Her thigh. She tried to kick but her legs remained securely tied to the chair. It wasn't a hand; that much she could tell. The touch was too light. But it didn't feel like an object either. It was pressure and the absence of the breeze the still cooled the rest of her skin.Give, the voice said again. The touch moved up her thigh and she trembled. Rape. Whom ever this was wanted to rape her. She tried to move again but still she was securely tied.Maybe.