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Grabbing my hair, he forced me down, over the top of the bin, the lid compressing my chest, and kicked my feet as far apart as my jeans would allow. I felt the rip of my knickers and tried to cry out, but no sound came. He groaned as his gloved hand thrust between my legs, exposing my vulva. He spat on his hand and wiped himself before roughly pushing his erection inside me, penetrating my core. The sudden burning sensation from below was excruciating, firing all my senses and nerves to red alert. Biting on my hand, I squeezed my eyes tight as warm urine dribbled down my legs. Violated in the worst possible way, I focused on the rhythmic shuffle of the bin across the concrete ground, inching forward with every thrust as my hip bones slammed remorselessly into it. The intensity of his rhythm grew. Each thrust getting harder and deeper, skin slapping against skin. My breath being sucked and pushed out of me. As his grunting pitched higher, he pulled on my hair, snapping my head back, and with one final thrust his body went rigid.
Finally, his body slackened with the release and then his weight lifted. My ribs felt crushed, I was sure the imprint of the bin would be visible on my chest. Seconds later, I heard the elastic of his waistband snap back into place. Leaning over, he used the thumb of his gloved hand, still wielding the knife, to stroke my cheek. My stomach heaved at the intimacy. He’d just violated me, yet he touched my face like we were a couple in love.
‘You are perfect,’ he whispered, his breathing laboured.
I tasted bile and fought hard not to vomit. I remained, splayed out over the bin, exposed to the elements like a rag doll, too distraught at what had just taken place to move. In that moment, I just wanted to curl up and die.
Seconds stretched out in front of me. I could hear no background noise at all. It was deathly quiet. I waited for something, a fist or a blade slicing my skin. Something to end my ordeal, but it never came. Was it over? A hollow silence filled the gap. I hesitated, unsure what to do.
After what seemed like the longest time my legs gave way and I slid to the floor; daring to turn around, to face what was coming. When I did, the space was empty. He was gone.