A few moments later, I heard a low grunt as I felt his seed rush inside me. Without so much as another word, he slid out of me and turned over. I hudd...led to myself in the corner of the bed, silently sobbing to myself as I heard him snore. I knew I wasn't going to get any sleep that night. I just cried silently and waited to myself, hoping to daylight.***I sat there, looking at the papers with pen in hand. I was still putting it off. I thought about all those times that he hurt me. So many times. It has been upgraded a few years ago, with glass windows that bring in light from every angle. The side where I love to read is in a corner and has glass windows on both sides. That is called the erotica side only. The naughty section of the erotica books. There I can be someone I want to be and fantasy myself in every story. The head librarian was a mature lady we call, Mrs Perfect! The uniform that covers the knees and show no cleavage at all. Dark hair pulled back tight in a ball. Her. V.:I begin to sob profusely, terrified. He tells me not to make a sound or he’ll kill me, I try to be as quiet as possible. He moves us to my living room, I’m completely astonished by how he knows where everything is in my house. He takes us directly to my sofa and throws me down on it. I smack my head against the rougher part of the sofa causing me to make a pained noise. I feel a sharp smack across my face. He puts duct tape across my mouth, and begins to tie me up. I feel my hands tied. I awoke some time later, disoriented. I realized I was at Neil’s house, strapped over his engineering drafting table- hands and legs bound to the legs of the table. My clothes were nowhere to be found. Even worse, I could feel cum drizzling out from between my legs. Neil was then standing in front of me, smirking. He told me he had given me a drug to knock me out so he could give me both the “meat and the motion”. I knew then he had heard my comment at the party and was going to make me.