Where was her mother, how could she allow this to happen to her?
His fingers were groping her, touching her, thrusting into her. The pain was excruciating. She’d never even had a boyfriend before. She’d never been kissed before, but he was touching her, he was violating her. Tears slid down her cheek and she screamed, but the screams were muffled by his mouth that had never left hers. He lifted her body and repositioned it on the couch. She struggled. He slapped her across the face. She hadn’t noticed a ring, but there must have been one on his fingers because something had torn into her flesh. She cried out but again his mouth covered hers. Again he was on top of her. She hadn’t heard his pants unzip, but she could feel him trying to position himself inside of her. Alana felt like she was about to die. She felt all the fight leave her body. With one final thrust he tore into her flesh and his was inside her body. He had completed his violation of her entire being. His repeated thrusting tore into her again and again for what seemed like an eternity, yet the clock behind his head said the entire ordeal lasted only five minutes. With one final grunt, he was done. He lifted himself off of her and zipped up his pants.
He turned and looked at her mother who was still standing there, said a very polite gentlemanly thank you and left.
