Part 2

The cool night air blew over her bared torso. The man encircled her thin neck and his thumbs squeezed almost lovingly. She flinched. Before she could even begin to fight back, the man let go and drove from her neck down her chest and stomach to her skirt. She was paralyzed. Effortlessly he lifted her and with a jerk he pulled the skirt and pantyhose down her legs and threw them carelessly aside. His attention was focused on the only remaining piece of clothing that protected him from his gaze and all that was to come.

Sobbing, she reached for her underpants to hold them tight. She knew she couldn't do much against him, but every try counted. This guy stared down at her coldly and his hand went to her head again. She narrowed her eyes and waited for the blow to come, but it didn't. He reached out for something that had to lie beside her. When she turned her head and saw his hand clasp the handle of a knife, she felt sick. The blade was long and narrow, it was clearly a kitchen knife.

He held the knife close to her face, she had to squint to keep an eye on it. Then he placed the flat side of the blade on her throat. She felt the cool metal on her skin and hardly dared to breathe. The fear was spreading inside her. What would he do? Was he going to kill her? Did he want her to stop her already futile attempts to fight back? Frozen, she looked up into the pitiless face that she would never forget.

With a wiping motion and a meaningful look he made her understand that she should give up her remaining piece of clothing. What was she to do, did she even have a choice? Very slowly she let go and he let go of her throat. She felt defenseless, no, she was so defenseless. And now the tears came. Silent tears of desperation ran down her cheeks. There was nothing she could do. Would he really use the knife when she tried to escape him? Or was it just a threat? She had imagined her first time differently, with a little more romance. Now she was looking down at the giant thing that could not be stopped. The man had torn off her underpants and immediately positioned himself. No foreplay, no mercy.