Chapter 12

Adark shadow advances on me, and I take an involuntary step backward, bumping into something as I do.

“Ow, shit!”

Suddenly I’m blinded by light, and my heart hits my throat when I see that I’m cornered by him.

The mysterious masked man from the dugout.

That alone is enough to spike my heart rate, but what truly has me ready to expire is the weapon that’s trained on me.

“W-w-wha—” I stutter, unable to form a coherent word, as my body shakes in fear. I can’t pull my eyes away from the gun as the masked man takes a step toward me, and I retreat on instinct.

“You look terrified, Cora. What’s wrong? I thought you liked doing bad things for bad men?”

The masked man seems so relaxed. So calm. He’s insane. Deadly. I need to get out of here.

“P-please,” I manage to whisper. I want to scream, but my voice won’t work. What if I scream, and he pulls the trigger?

“Mmm, do you like to beg? I can make you beg, sweet, innocent, Cora.”

Oh, god. I take off for the door, ducking below his arm, but my fucking heels trip me, and I stumble, slowing me just before I reach the door handle. It gives the masked man the opportunity to grab me.

He spins me so that my back is to his front, and he clamps his arm across my chest, crushing my breasts painfully, but that’s the least of my worries. He has a freaking gun. I struggle, but it’s futile.

He’s too big. Too strong.

“Please,” I beg again, louder this time, but the sound is still pathetically feeble. I know there’s no way of fighting my way out, so all I can do is try to appeal to his humanity. “Please, just let me go. I haven’t seen your face. I don’t know who you are. I won’t say a word to anyone. Even if I did, no one would know who to look for. Just please don’t do this.” My voice cracks, my heart pounds, and my lungs struggle to take in a breath.

I’m light-headed with panic, slick with cold clammy fear.

Tears begin to roll down my cheeks as he slips a hand inside my shirt and squeezes my breast roughly. His gloved fingers dig into the tender flesh, and I whimper at the pain. No one has ever touched me like this. Not even Victor.

My mind desperately searches for a way out of this nightmare, but the only thing I can focus on is the way he smells. I want him to smell awful, not good. Not masculine, and clean. He switches between pinching and caressing my nipple, and my mind spirals.

Pain and pleasure.

This is so fucking wrong.

“Stop, please,” I beg once more, my tears falling heavily now.

“You want me to stop?” he says low in my ear. I frantically nod. “You don’t like what I’m doing to you?” His voice is curious, even through the muffled mask. There’s something…off about it, but I can’t focus enough to work it out.

I shake my head. “No.” I squeeze my eyes shut, hating the way his fingers manipulate my sensitive breast.

“Then why’s this little nipple all hard and begging for attention?” He grips the bud between his leather-clad fingertips and twists, causing a pained mewl to fall from my lips. “You like it.” His voice is a deep, angry growl.

“I don’t,” I cry, shaking my head.

“You do. You just think you shouldn’t. Sweet little Cora, wanting everyone to think she’s such a good girl, but here she is panting for a stranger. You’re just begging to be fucked.”

“I’m not!” I desperately struggle against him now, harder than before, using all my strength until I am panting, and I don’t know if it’s the friction of my body against his or my futile attempts at fighting him, but his arousal throbs against my ass. My stomach churns.

He likes this.

“Please.”

“But I know you’re not a good girl, are you, Cora?” he continues like I never even spoke. “Good girls don’t send videos finger fucking themselves until they come to their teachers. No, good girls certainly don’t get paid for doing nasty things like that.”

“How’d you know it was me? My face wasn’t in that video.” I jerk in his arms, as he continues to toy with my nipple, my mind focusing on the wrong things. Like how he knew it was me, or why his touch is warming me from the inside out.

Or why I like his scent so damn much.

“You turned up in the dugout. Who else could it have been? Do you know how many Coras are at our school? One. You. Mr. Spiro didn’t even attempt to protect your identity. He had you saved in his phone with photo ID and everything, right alongside a folder full of images that I know you didn’t send him. As well as the ones you did.”

I realize that he’s right, that I played right into his hands and gave myself away when he first confronted us. I thought he was…not a friend exactly, but he seemed to be on my side, saving me from the danger that was really Victor.

But now it feels like Victor was the safer choice. Better the devil you know.

Or is it? Victor had other photos of me on his phone? From where?

“You weren’t the only one though. The perverted Mr. Spiro had many of your female classmates in his contacts. Many incriminating pictures. A friend of mine saw you with him a few weeks ago in class and reported back to me. I got curious. Hacked his phone and found some very disturbing content. Like your little video.”

“You’re calling him perverted with your hand down my shirt as I beg you to stop!” I snap, realizing my mistake as soon as the words leave my lips. The shaking in my legs intensifies when the masked man chuckles darkly.

“I feel you trembling, Cora. Your breathing’s shallow. There’s a sheen on your soft skin. You’re excited by my touch.”

I shake my head. “Terrified.”

“Curious,” he counters.

“Sickened.”

“Exhilarated.”

“You’re deluded.”

“And you’re aroused,” he snaps, as if my denial upsets him more than my plea for mercy.

As if to prove his point, his other hand, the one still holding the gun, slides under my skirt, tugging it up and exposing my naked pussy. I clamp my thighs together, but he quickly uses his knee to force my legs apart.

The cool metal on my soft bare skin stops my heart, and I lock up, too scared to even breathe. It doesn’t matter if it’s loaded or not. There’s a gun pressed between my thighs right now, and it’s horrifying. Is he going to use it to violate me, and then end my life?

I expect his touch to be rough. He’s still fondling my breast none too gently and crushing me to his chest so that I can’t escape, but it’s not the cold press of the gun that touches me, but the soft, warm pad of his gloved finger. I still don’t dare move though.

The gun butts against my thigh as his fingers explore me. Obviously there’s no barrier as he already divested me of my underwear earlier, but I really hate that Lizzy’s skirt gives him such easy access.

I should have gone home. I shouldn’t have acted as if nothing had happened. I should have gone to the cops!

But how could I? They’d call my mom, tell her what I did. It’s a small town. I can’t put her through that kind of shame.

The cold press of the metal against my skin, combined with his finger rubbing my clit in sure circles now, is making me dizzy. He dips his finger lower, circling it in my entrance.

“Fuck, Cora. You’re so wet. You like my attention, don’t you? You like when I take away your choice.”

I whimper, shaking my head, too frightened he’ll hear my voice and hear the lie. His touch feels good. His touch is drawing me closer to the edge. I can’t come. I can’t let him make me come.

I struggle once more, trying desperately to escape his touch one last time, scratching at the gloved hand holding the gun, but it does no good. He uses the hand that was on my breast and holds my hands tight to my body, showing me just how weak I really am against him.

“You’re going to come, Cora, and then you’re going to suck my cock, like the good little girl you are.”

As his finger rubs me faster, applying more pressure, my knees get weak as they shake from pleasure. My pussy starts to clamp around nothing as my orgasm pulses through me, and my head falls back against his chest.

He holds me as I catch my breath, rubbing me through the aftershocks, and once I’m finished, he shoves me away from him.

“Do you see this right here, Cora? This is the safety. Do you know what it does?” I nod, watching with wide eyes as I struggle to my feet on weak legs and he points the gun at me once more. “Well, unless you want your brains splattered across the floor, you’ll do as I say. Okay?”

The masked man clicks the safety off, stepping forward. The second time tonight I’ve heard that sound and just as terrifying. More so, in fact, because I truly believe he won’t hesitate to pull the trigger on me if I don’t do exactly what he wants.

With his free hand, he shoves me to my knees. I look up at him and shake violently as he raises the gun to my temple. The cold metal against my head is petrifying. This is way worse than before.

“P–please…” I beg once more, not wanting to die like this. Tears stream down my face so badly that I can’t see straight.

“Shhh, it will be okay. Just open your mouth wide. If you bite, I think you know how it will end for you. Don’t you, my good girl?”

I watch as he uses his other hand to undo his pants and pulls them down just enough so he can tug his boxers down. Then he pulls out his very large, very hard dick. It’s thick and veiny, angry looking, and already weeping at the tip.

“Open up, Cora. Don’t make me tell you again.”

I resist, shaking my head. I try to drop my hands to the floor, so I can crawl away, but the masked man grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking me back up. I cry out in pain, reaching up to grab his wrist, wanting him to stop hurting me.

“What did I say, Cora?” I shake my head as more tears fall down my face, and I whimper pathetically. “Do you want me to release the video you sent to Mr. Spiro? Do you want me to send it to the police from your phone, so the whole world can hear and see what a dirty girl you are?”

“No!” I sob, as the masked man steps up to me, pressing the tip of his cock against my lips.

“Open.” Tears stream down my cheeks and drip into my mouth as I part my lips, and the masked man pushes between my teeth. The gun pressed against my skull is a cold reminder that if I do anything to fight back, it will be the last thing I ever do.

I’ve never done this before. I’ve seen a little porn, but even that was only for a few seconds, because I was too embarrassed to keep watching. I’m clueless.

I let go of his wrist and use one hand to steady myself against his thigh, and the other I wrap around his shaft. It’s a defense mechanism. If my hand is on his cock, it will restrict how much I can take into my mouth.

Slowly, reluctantly, I push forward and taste him.

When I gag, I pull my head back quickly so that he falls from between my lips. Fuck, that was not pleasant.

“Again. Faster.” The masked man sounds so pissed off, the gun at my temple digging in a little harder, and I have no choice but to repeat the motion.

His cock twitches as my throat constricts around him. I do this a few times, trying to hold off the gags, before pulling back, and sucking just the tip, giving myself a second to breathe.

He doesn’t taste the way I thought he would. He’s clean, and smells like soap.

I still hate it though.

Don’t I?

“Fuck Cora,” he groans, thrusting his hips forward, and I tighten my grip on his shaft on instinct, trying to keep him from suffocating me with his large dick.

His grip in my hair tightens just slightly, but I don’t notice it as much as before. It’s a pain I can handle.

As he thrusts faster, I suck harder, hoping that this means he’s getting close to finishing, and when I feel his cock start to pulse against my tongue, I try to pull away, but he holds me there, as hot cum fills my mouth.

The salty flavor is not my favorite, but it’s also not disgusting like Lizzy always says it is. I desperately want to pull away, but he holds me in place until I have no choice but to swallow or stop breathing.

When I do swallow, he pulls his dick from my mouth and puts his pants back in place. He steps away, still holding the gun in my face, and now that I’m no longer distracted, panic floods my chest once more.

“You were such a good girl for me, Cora. Make sure you don’t tell anyone what happened tonight. Your mother, Marissa, is already so tired, what do you think she’d do if she lost her only daughter too? Or what would you do, if your mother died, Cora?”

His threat is clear. Tell anyone, and your mother is my next target. The fact that he knows her name somehow terrifies me even more.

Even if I did tell, what would I say? A man I can’t identify caught me doing illegal shit with my teacher, so he forced me to suck his dick?

Victims have a hard enough time getting help when they have actual evidence. When they know their attacker. When they have fucking witnesses.

A girl in my town was assaulted by some piece of shit frat boy, caught by two other men, and when that sick fuck went to court, the judge gave him probation, because he didn’t want to ruin the frat boy’s future.

Fuck that poor girl’s future though.

The justice system is so fucked. I know I’m on my own. My only hope of surviving is doing what he says, and hoping he eventually gets bored and leaves me alone.

The masked man lowers his gun, and I fall to the ground with relief. He’s not going to kill me.

“I’ll see you soon, my good little bad girl.” He uses the hand holding the gun to mock blowing me a kiss, before tucking it away and stepping out of the room.

I adjust my clothes and just lie on the floor of this random bedroom, wishing I had the strength to get up. To run for help or tell Lizzy what just happened.

But what if he hurts her too? He knows who I am. He knows who my mother is. What if he hurts her?

He said he’ll see me soon.

Which means he’s not done with me yet.