His hands run over my skin, taking in my thighs, they make their way up to between my legs feeling my reluctant warmth. I reached for my drink next to my bed and something hits it before my hand reached its intended target. Oh shit, oh shit, I realized I wasn’t dreaming and was drugged, raped, and had attacked someone, someone who really was in my home. No blood trail, the door is not only locked but the chain is in place. I start to feel the effects of the drug again. I black out. I open the door and there he was, standing there, the man from my dream. ” Confusion takes over. “What?” he turns and looks at me with confusion. Why can’t I get through, why won’t anyone listen? “What the fucking hell!” I shoot up, oh my head.
