He pushes my face down so my cheek is pressed against the floor, and I feel the serrated edge of the knife running down my skin, prickling me from the back of my neck down to my shoulder. I don’t move so that I won’t be cut, but my mind latches on to his voice and words. He called me baby girl, and I would recognize that voice if I were standing in the middle of a packed stadium.

Nas.

I’m instantly filled with relief as the realization settles over me like a weighted blanket, but it’s immediately snatched away when Nas yanks my head back again and uses the knife to cut both of the straps of my tank top. He does it roughly and without concern for my comfort, pushing my head back down again so hard my face smacks the floor and I wince. That’s when it hits me. I know exactly what Nas is doing.

“What, you’re just going to lay there like a fucking dead fish?” he says, using his regular voice full-time now. “You see, it’s obvious you want me just as bad as I want you. Otherwise, you’d fight me away like the bad bitch you claim you are. But I see it now. You’re weak. Too pathetic to even put up a fight. You’re a soft, feeble minded little cunt who doesn’t have the guts to stand up for herself. Fine by me, whore. I’ll just take it with ease, then I’ll slit your throat and leave your tired body here to bleed out, melting away on the floor like a pitiful little ice cream cone. Now, spread your fucking legs so I can fuck you before I butcher you.”

Nas glides the knife down my back until it reaches the top of my ass, before pressing a hand between my legs to force them apart. He pushes one leg to the side, and just as he tries to push the other, I lift myself up and push him backwards enough for me to sit up.

“Fuck you,” I snarl, diving head-first into the role Nas has cast for me. “You pitiful piece of shit. You have to rape women to get pussy? Well, you won’t get it from me. I’m leaving and calling the cops. You're going to prison, motherfucker.”

Without another word, I jump up and dart for the stairs, running full speed before my momentum is yanked in the opposite direction as Nas grabs a fistful of hair and pulls me back before I can reach the steps. His body slams against my back as his hand cups around my mouth again.

“There you go, Princess,” he says with excited lust in his voice. “Fight all you want, but I’m taking this pussy. Let’s see how badly you really want to get away.”