Archive-name: Violent/taken2.txt Archive-author: Paul Colbenson Archive-title: Taken - 2 I Spent the whole weekend in a daze. At first I wanted to tell my parents, but I wasn't supposed to have anyone over to the house when they weren't home. I stayed in my room a lot and tried to not think of what Randy had done to me. By Monday morning, the burning between my legs had stopped. I went to school, not thinking at all about the weekend. I saw Randy twice, but was able to duck and hide both times before he could see me. It was 5th period, and I had a study hall. I usually go to practice piano in the sound proof booths in the band room because it was usually empty this period. I really like this period, because I get to be alone with my music. I enjoy the solitude, and right now, I can use it. I had been playing for about five minutes when I heard the door open. It happens every so often, someone else wanting to use the booth I was in. Without looking to see who it was, out of habit I said, "This booth is taken. You'll have to use a different one." "No, I think I'll use this one." I froze. It was Randy's voice. "Better yet, I'll just use you." "Go away. Please just go away", I ask him. "Well that depends on how nice you are to me.", he says as he shuts and locks the door. I had never noticed before just how secluded I was in this booth. With the door locked, there was no way out. Since there was no window, no one could see in. I couldn't even scream because no one would hear me. Randy was moving towards me. I stood up and moved to the back wall. "Please don't." I asked in an unconvincing voice. He didn't even both to answer. He stopped right if front of me, and tried to kiss me on the mouth. I turned away, hoping he would take the hint that I didn't want to do anything. "If that's the way you want it.", he said. He started rubbing my breasts over my shirt with the back of his hands almost like he was inspecting them. He looked right at my chest as he did this. I felt like some piece of meat being looked over for freshness or something. "You got a date for the prom yet?", he asked me. I shook my head no. "Then I will pick you up at eight o'clock Friday night." I guess this was his way of saying that he wanted to go out with me again. He stopped rubbing my breasts, and moved his hands to my waist. Without notice, he started to undo my pants. I tried to stop him by moving his hand away, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed as hard as he could. There was a look of rage in his eyes. "Don't EVER do that again, or I will fucking beat you so hard that you'll wish that you didn't have hands.", he said through clinched teeth. He threw my hand away from him like it was some piece of trash he didn't want. He got my pants undone, and pulled them down along with my panties. Instead of removing them, he left them around my ankles. I guess to keep from having to take them off over my shoes. "Lay down.", he told me. I knew what was coming. Even though I didn't want to, I knew it was useless to fight him. I laid down. He unzipped his pants, letting his thing fall out. He didn't take his pants off, as a matter of fact he hardly even slide them down. He only moved them enough to get the zipper away from his thing. I knew from sex-ed classes that it wasn't really called a "Thing", but at this moment I couldn't think of it as anything but a thing. A thing that had violated my body, and was about to again. He pulled my legs apart hard, laying between them as he did. The pants around my ankles made the angle difficult, but Randy finally got his thing to me. He had to work a bit to get it in. It didn't go in very far, but it hurt a lot. I wondered if it would always hurt. I was happy that it didn't go very far in, because it hurt the way it was. The pain being less there was compensated by the fact that Randy was putting so much weight on the pants at my ankles, that the fabric was cutting into my skin. Unlike the first time at my house, this one didn't last very long at all. He gave a final grunt, then I felt his stuff running down the inside of my thigh. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I have been looking forward to that all weekend. You'll be quite the obedient one by the time I'm done with you." These words hit me like a hammer. He got up, zipped himself, and said "Be here tomorrow at the same time. Otherwise I'll have to hunt you down. If I have to do that, I won't be as easy on you as I have been." I couldn't contemplate him being any rougher than he has been. With that he walked out, leaving me lying on the floor with my pants at my ankles. I couldn't get up because all I could think of were his final words "By the time I'm done with you." What had he meant? I was sure I didn't want to knew. --