"Leave me alone!" I yelled at him while tears streamed down my face.

He thrusts inside me a few more times before he comes. Tears are still strolling down my face and my eyes are still closed. I can't open my eyes.

I don't want to. 

I feel him touch my clit and I want to kill myself when I feel myself come around him. I scream but no one is there to help me. 

His grip on my hair in tight and all i want to do if cut all my hair off just so I can't feel his hands there. "You feel so fucking good." 

He stays inside me for a few more minutes. I feel his come and mine dripping down my thigh. 

I don't feel him inside me anymore, instead I hear him pulling up his pants while I am laying on the floor. 

I hate my parents for making me come here. Nothing good ever happens at these damn galas.

Nothing.

How could I be so stupid to trust this guy that I barely met?

"Honey don't yell at me acting as if I hurt you. You asked for it."

I asked for it.

"Screw you."

Next thing I know I feel a rough hand grip my face. I look directly at him.

Blue eyes, dark blonde hair, strong cheekbones, bushy eyebrows, and a mole on his nose.

Of course, he was attractive. That's why I thought I could trust him. He acted like a gentleman and not a lot of guys who are attractive act like that. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Stupid me.

"Now Jane if you tell anyone about what happened tonight. I will make sure to kill you slowly to the point where you can feel all of the torture, I lift on you. I will break you even more than I already did. You understand that?" Tears run down my face, and I can almost taste the salt. I slowly nod my head. "Good."

He lets go to my face and then walks away. The last thing I notice about him is the crown tattoo on his finger.

The first thing I see when I open my eyes is a TV mounted on the white wall in front of me. The TV show Friends is playing.

I furrowed my eyes and look around only to see an IV drip attached to my arm and then cords everywhere around me.

My heart rate speeds up as I try to remember what happened. The last I remember is seeing a man walk away after saying 'Now Jane if you tell anyone about what happened tonight. I will make sure to kill you slowly to the point where you can feel all of the torture, I lift on you. I will break you even more than I already did. You understand that'.

The blood in my body freezes.