“Don’t,” I weakly spoke through deep exhales. I squirted a bit of it on my hand and nervously extended my hand. We were close, (surprise, surprise since I picked a locker close to the only other one that was locked) as I had my back to him on the other side of the aisle. His middle finger had penetrated. I wanted someone to just do it. I hit all the spots and got to the old truck stop. “Oh god,” I said. I didn’t know what to say, so I just stood there for a second… staring at it. “What do you want?” my voiced cracked in my fearful state. I was just raped. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for the sinks. “Boy, you sure are tight back here for what a little slut you act like,” he mocked me and laughed.
