Done. She was done!

Olivia quietly collected her things and walked out of her last BioPsych class, having just turned in her final exam. She felt good about it, too.

In fact, she felt pretty good about all her finals, even the stupid Chem 102 final. And now she was done! And it was only Thursday! Her internship didn’t even start for another week and a half.

Once she got outside, Olivia looked up into the afternoon sky and breathed a deep sigh of relief, feeling the weight of the semester slide off her shoulders. It had been a tough one, but now it was over.

First, she was going to swing by the cafe and get an iced mocha, fresh, not from a bottle. Then, she was going to do nothing but read the huge backlog of manhwa on her phone she’d been collecting the past few weeks. That was it. That was her entire plan for the foreseeable future. Maybe she’d pick up a few shifts at her old job until her internship started, but only if they were nice about it.

She smiled. Things were looking up.

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Why was everything so blurry? Olivia shut her eyes. Opened them again. Then shut. It was too hard to look...to see.

She tried to listen instead, but it sounded like her ears were full of little bees.

What happened? She couldn’t think. Her mind was groggy and sleepy, and it wouldn’t wake up. Her body wouldn’t work right, either. Was she sick? Did she get in an accident on the way home?

“Shhh…it’s okay, Olivia,” a low, deep voice soothed. A voice she didn’t recognize. Even in her confused state, the hairs on her arms stood up, her body aware that something wasn’t right.

“Who…” she tried to say, but her tongue wouldn’t work right, either. She was helpless right now, completely at the mercy of this stranger.

Olivia could tell she was lying down…probably? Things were spinning, even with her eyes closed, but gravity was likely still working. And she was lying on her back.

In. Out. If she did some breathing and stayed calm, eventually she’d become more alert…right? It was the only thing she could do at the moment. The only thing she could possibly try.

“Good girl,” the voice said again, soft, low…and close to her head. Was he lying down next to her?

Olivia forgot about breathing and craned her head to the right, which made the spinning worse. When it slowed, she opened her eyes and saw a blurry face. Close.

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“Olivia,” the face said, and a hand reaching out to stroke her cheek. She flinched. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I don’t want to do that.”

The hand slowly trailed down her neck, tucking her long hair back, then continued its journey down her chest. She tried to protest, but the man shushed her again. He swirled around each of her breasts with what felt like his finger, but when he grazed her nipple, Olivia realized she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her tank top.

Is he going to rape me? she thought, squeezing her eyes shut. She tried to squeeze her legs shut, too, but they wouldn’t close. Restraints? Her limbs wouldn’t quite cooperate, but she could tug on them enough to confirm each limb was secured to a corner of the bed.

Despite realizing the danger, a little thrill danced down her back. Stop it, she groggily tried to chastise herself. This is serious, this is real.

She whimpered.

“Aw, it’s okay, babygirl,” the man said quietly, soothingly. “You don’t need to be scared. I’m going to take care of you, just like you’ve always dreamed of.” He brought his head closer to hers and nuzzled into the nape of her neck. “I know everything about you. I have everything you need—the food you like, your medicines, even your favorite toys—”

He slid his hand down to her crotch and his breath hitched as he rubbed the outside of her underwear. “Your panties are damp, Olivia. I knew you’d be wet.” He groaned. “I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

She whimpered again as he shifted his weight on the bed and crawled on top of her.

He’s a big guy, she realized, her heartbeat sluggishly picking up pace. She could feel his hard-on through his clothes, the bulging heat pressing in between her legs. It was clear what he wanted to do to her, and there was no way she could fight him off, even if her limbs were free.

“Whaddo you—”

“What do I want?” he finished for her, his hands sliding her tank top up. He smiled. “You, Olivia. All I’ve ever wanted is you. You’re perfect.” He bent down and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he repeated, “but I’m afraid it’s going to be sore the first few times no matter what we do…so it’ll probably be better to do it before the meds wear off completely.”

Meds? Olivia tried to shake her head. Drugs. Not that it mattered—he was going to force himself on her. Tears started to gather in the corners of her eyes and her next breath came in as a strangled sniff.

“Hey,” he soothed, stopping where he was. Inches away from her breasts. “You’ve fantasized about this, haven’t you?” He tucked her hair back behind her ears and wiped her eyes with his thumb. “I know everything about you. Everything you like, everything you’re into…everything you’ve admitted to getting off to online, thinking nobody knew who you were…I knew. I’ve been waiting for you, Olivia. I've been patient.”

Tentatively, he reached down and rubbed her underwear again, letting out a shaky sigh when he realized she was even wetter than before. Why, body? Why? She should be completely afraid right now, but instead, she was ashamed that a part of her, however small, was excited.

Because he wasn't completely wrong.