Girl Gone Wild

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Hey guys this is the first story I'm letting anyone see. So please tell me what you think and be completely honest. This is a story about a 21 year old girl named Jessica who I'm pretty sure will surprise you. Please enjoy!

Submitted: May 29, 2015

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Girl Gone Wild
Dragging my flip-flops on the floor making my way to the kitchen to prepare myself some breakfast, I look outside my window to see it's a beautiful summer morning. I'm blinded by the rays of sun beaming into my house through the almost transparent, light peach colored curtains. I take a sip of my coffee. "Today's my birthday", I remember while I wait for the slices of bread I put in the toaster to pop up.
 SLAM! The kitchen door right behind me bangs open, it seems that even my toast got frightened because it jumped right on cue. I tremble uncontrollably as I slowly turn around not knowing what to expect. "HAPPY 21st!" yells Tiffany as she jumps on me to give me a hug. I let out a huge sigh of relief and she just laughs as she goes on about how she's the greatest best friend I could ever have.
"I got us dates for tonight", she says. I scrunch my face and let out an "umm..." but I'm interrupted by her "Oh, no we are not staying home and watching Netflix while we stuff a million calories in our mouths again". She keeps nagging about how terribly we've celebrated my birthday in passed years and guilt starts to consume me. After about 15 minutes of her stinging, I give in and tell her I'll go, immediately regretting it when she tells me it's at a nightclub called Naughty Night. "You're already 21! Jessie, you're the sweetest, most hard working person I know. You deserve to let loose and have fun sometimes". The admiration in her voice is reassuring.
That afternoon we go shopping for something to wear on my blind date because, apparently, my cloths had too much fabric and "weren't flashy enough", thank goodness. I was glad to have a friend like Tiffany to cheer me up. We end up buying a dark blue short dress that forms an X over the collarbone and has a pretty large tearing right in between the breast. I really wasn't sure about wearing it, I wasn't used to things like that. It was more like Tiff''s kind of clothes.
We get home and she helps me with my hair and makeup. "You look great", Tiffany says as she plays with my hair. "As I thought, it looks nice with your dark, long hair, and it matches the color of your eyes". Tiffany is a tall blonde with a gorgeous figure, she could definitely be a model. "And we're off,” she says. We arrive at about 11:30 at Naughty Night and split up almost immediately to find our dates.
The club is way larger than I expected. The music's blasting so loud that I think my ears are going to start bleeding pretty soon. The high ceiling with huge squared columns just makes the music echo even more. It was dark, and the only light source was the multi-colored, speed -blinking lights that made me somewhat dizzy and your daily doses of selfie obsessed citizens. The smell of liquor, semen, perfume and sex fill the air. I almost can't take aroma anymore when I spot the man Tiff described as my date wearing a plaid red and black shirt. He was sitting on a bench, leaning his left arm on the bar counter while he drank a whiskey on the rocks with his right.
He was tall, well figured brunette with forest green eyes and slightly tanned skin.. I walk up nervously, and he bops up in surprise when he grabs sight of me. A smile quickly spreads across his face as he takes one last sip of his drink and welcomes me to the bar. He opens his mouth, and in a deep voice, he says, "You must be Jessica. I recognize you from the picture Tiffany showed me. Order any drink you want". I order a cocktail and we talk and laugh for about an hour and a half. Christian’s a little cocky, but he seems nice and very funny. Christian holds my hand, and we walk around a park near the club for a while to get away from all the noise.
I'm about to call it a night when he lets out, "So your house or mine? I think a motel is better", as smooth as breathing. I look at him in surprise, hoping it’s a bad joke, but he stays firm waiting for my response. As I explain that I'm not going to get that far with him or any other guy till I'm married, he quickly turns angry. He calls me a stupid whore for thinking he would waste his time on me without sex being involved, and before I noticed, we're screaming at each other. He grabs my wrist and places my hand on his junk, and I instinctively slap him with all my strength using my other hand as I back away from him a bit. He puts his right hand over the cheek that I just slapped, and out of nowhere, he hits me with the back of the same hand so hard that it cuts my bottom lip, and I fall to the ground. He rips his sleeves off, and before I notice, one was tied over my mouth and the other tied around my hands. He grabs me and tosses me over his shoulder as he jogs to his truck by the park. He gets a rope out of underneath the passenger seat, and I can't help but think that he planned this. 
While he drives, he lands his right hand on my left thigh, and I jump in fear. As he starts to rub my thigh, tears start running down my face, imaging what he'll do to me now that I'm completely vulnerable. He looks at me and gives me a wicked smile, and I feel a chill run up my spine. At that moment, Christian slides his hand underneath my dress, and I jolt when he rips my underwear off. I try to set myself free, but I only manage to wobble a bit. "I'll never submit to you," I'm able to mumble at him, but he just laughs and says, "Who says you need to", as he starts sliding his hand around my thigh again. At this point my heart is beating so fast that I could easily spit it out.
He slides his hand under my dress and he slips his middle finger in my cave, and I scream, but that doesn't stop him,. It actually seemed to excite him. As he continues, he inserts more harshly and gets more eager as the pain becomes more and more unbearable,. I scream as tears fall from my eyes.
We arrive at the motel, and I was relieved when he got his fingers out of me but was instantly shot back down realizing what that meant. I try to scream but am unable to do much. Besides the motel was so remote and lonely that it almost looked abandoned. He tosses me against the door numbered 13 and leans over me. Breathing on my ear, he slides the key into the door and shoves me into the old moldy room. Barely in the small dark room, he starts undressing, exposing his deep chiseled six-pack, and I can't bear to look. I scan the room looking for something that I could use as a weapon and only notice that the room is probably from the late sixties by the flower patterns on the wall wrapping and the details on the lamps and the large mirror.
Oddly, he starts untying me, and I try to run, only to notice that the door and windows are locked. I run towards the lamp so I can destroy the window, but Christian gets to me, and we struggle with the lamp above us and end up smashing it against the mirror causing it to shatter instantly. He grabs me by the waist and throws me on the bed like I'm a pillow. He gets over me with each knee beside my hips, grabs my dress by the opening between my breasts and tears it open, exposing my braless chest. Christian slides his boxers down, showing off his erect penis, and I try to get up, but I'm overpowered. He starts kissing my neck roughly as he inserts two fingers in me and two from his other hand in my mouth. I try to move, but his weight is too much for me. He places his mouth next to my ear and whispers, "I love it when you try to escape from me," as he suddenly shoves his hand even deeper in me. My eyes widen as I start bleeding from down low, and a single tear runs down my cheek. He smiles and then begins to penetrate me roughly as drops of sweat slide down his hair and drip off, landing on my body. The pain filling and gushing out of my body is too much to endure, yet my body is as if it were frozen, unable to move... I was barely able to blink and breathe. I was broken.
After about an hour, I had been raped in every way humanly possible. I'd never felt so filthy. I'm crunched up in a dark corner of the room, thinking about how that hour felt eternal for me and tears drop off my cheeks as Christian’s back faces me while he's getting dressed. He starts talking about how he's not sure whether to let me live. Out of nowhere, I get up in total confidence, wipe my tears away, grab a piece of glass from the mirror we broke in the struggle, and I make my way towards Christian. I stab him in the neck, and he collapses. Rapidly, blood starts coming out of his mouth, and I grin. I'm happy. For some reason I have the urgency to keep hurting him. I take the glass and jab his leg and start sliding it downwards making a large rupture on his left thigh. He starts coughing blood, and I begin piercing though his stomach uncontrollably. I smile wickedly and let out a laugh or two as blood spatters out of his body and paints me. I never thought that inflicting pain on someone would bring me such joy. I stab him once more right in the heart and look deep into his eyes as if to find his soul as I twist the glass on his chest and he lets out his last breathe. I laugh my heart out realizing I'd never been so happy.
I call the police and tell them the whole story and tell them that I killed him in self-defense. I passed the rest of the night in a cellar and was released at about 6:00 am the next morning since I had the proof of the rape and injuries to back me up. I went home and got cleaned up as I covered up my wounds.
"Good morning Jessie", says Tiff. "How was your date," she asks as she pours herself some coffee while she faces my back. "It was good," I say as a sinister smile rises on my face as I look down at my glass of water, "but I think it's not gonna work out". "Oh, don't worry. There are more fish in the sea. Besides, I got you another date," she says. I look up from my glass still with my creepy smile and say, “Perfect".


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