It was such a slow motion, watching it drip from top to bottom. The color of her skin made it really stand out, such a bright color over a tame peach. The muscles would twitch every few moments, the nerves getting the best of her. She had a straight face, though. He had known what he was getting into and for some, odd reason, he didn’t want to disappoint himself.
Most guys found it weird or far too kinky for their liking. It was their loss, he figured. They didn’t understand his highs that he got from it. They didn’t understand the elated, blissful feeling of the iron liquid surfacing from the veins. They didn’t see it, or feel it, they way he did. But that’s why he was different. That’s why he was special and none of them were good or worthy enough for him.
This woman, however, was going beyond expectations.
The edges were blurry, everything was blurry. All he wanted to do was focus, but his vision would fade in and out as she stretched her limbs, trying to break free. He felt himself gasp — a small, withering gasp of pleasure that he wasn’t even sure came from his lips. It was only her and him in the room, however, so he’d have to assume it was him. By the way his eyes slid over to his location, he thought he was right and tried putting in effort to release another gasp to please the girl in front of him.
His control over his body was missing, it seemed, so instead he stayed silent. The rope around her wrists had its own scent. He could pick up traces four feet away. He didn’t notice as he wormed his body down, dropping onto the bed. The red smeared on his skin, making a broad pattern on the sheets under him. His stare had found her and his fingers, stained, were beckoning her over. He had no choice, he must go. What he would find, he didn’t know, but everything in his body was craving what the girl had, what the girl was. The colors, the smell, the simply feeling of it, calling to him as a siren song. He must obey.
As he lifted himself to a standing position, his world shifted and suddenly he was on his back, staring up at the celing. The man let out a gentle sigh, getting up from the bed. He pulled the blanket up to her chin and closed his eyes after that, only opening them a moment later. There was only red behind his eyelids now. He would not be getting any more sleep tonight as far as his body was concerned and neither would the girl.
With those last words he ripped the bra and thong from the girls body and positioned himself over her, slowly filling her with his length and holding one of his hands over her mouth, leaving her screams muffled.
**
Nicki woke up as her own scream filled her ears. She sat up in bed and pulled her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth. She couldn't get the images of this horrible night out of her head. As she slowly looked around and wiped some of her tears away, she noticed that the curtains in her room had been tucked away to each side, allowing the sun to over stay it's welcome, all thanks to Drake or Wayne. Usually Nicki would have simply put them back down and wallowed in her bed for the whole day until Wayne and Drake found her and forced her out of her own house, but instead she had convinced herself that a little bit of endorphins would do her some good. And she was right, it helped a little. Just enough to get her out from under the sheets and moving around the room impatiently.
A million thoughts were running through her mind all at once. Not only did she know that Drake, Wayne and probably Safaree were downstairs, waiting for her to come down but also that she had to start talking to Drake about her feelings. To her close friends it was no secret that she felt something for him. Nicki would never let herself utter the thought aloud, not even while all alone. Once it was out, it became all too real which is something she couldn’t handle at the moment, especially not after what had happened to her.
Letting one foot land slowly and gracefully in front of the other, Nicki paced back and forth across the floor at the foot of her bed. All she could do was hear the words: “Slut. You're a failure. You could've protected yourself” resound over and over again in a familiar voice. It was never in Nicki's intentions to get raped. Not able to stand the thought any longer Nicki swiftly shook her head, sending it away and broke her pacing pattern. Just as she did her phone sounded from across the room and she had a pretty good idea of who it might be. As she moved across the wood floor, Nicki grabbed her phone off the side table next to her clock and began to skim the message from the familiar sender. A lump in her throat began to form as Nicki exited out of her inbox screen and focused on the picture of herself and a few friends - including, Drake, Safaree and Wayne - that had remained her background for month now. It was a time when they were in a good place, an uncomplicated one. Shaking her head once more, Nicki opened her bedroom door and slowly walked down.
**
„I don't think it's a good idea that she stays in her room all day..“ Safaree muttered and looked up at Wayne and Drake who were sitting opposite of himself.
„Do I look like I want her to stay in her fucking room all day, dickhead?“ Drake spat. „Why are you here again?“ He mumbled as he shook his head. He really had no idea what he was still doing here. He was the annoying third wheel no one wanted – well, no one besides Nicki.
Wayne was about to say something when he heard a quite voice. He turned to see Nicki on the end of the staircase.
„Could you guys stop fighting..“ Nicki said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. It was the first thing she had said since she got raped. She hadn't talked to them, nor the doctor or the police. When she noticed the shocked look on their faces a quiet but forced giggle escaped her lips. "Now why do you niggas look so shocked?"
With a swift move Safaree got up and walked towards her, stopping right in front of her. For a second he just looked at her with his mesmerizing eyes and a small smile appeared on his lips. "Hello, beautiful."
The next person who walked towards her was Wayne. "Kinda missed that smile of yours, barbie." He'd never admit it, but he had been worried about Nic and now he was happy that she was talking to them again.
With a small smile Nicki turned away from them and walked down the rest of the steps, keeping her glance focused on Drake. „Get up and give your girl a hug, idiot. And don't let me tell ya twice,“ Nicki said.
Quickly Drake got up and wound his arms around her waist bringing her up to meet him. He was made to keep her body warm and safe but he failed. It was all his fault. If he wouldn't have been too fucking proud to apologize to her, Nicki wouldn't have left his house in the middle of the night and then none of this would've happened.
Drake was about to release Nicki, when she opened her mouth to talk. "Please, don’t let go. I need you. I love you and I need you, more than you could ever imagine." Nicki emphasized every single word.
These words sounded like music in his ears. He took her face into his hands and kissed her forehead, pushing all the negative thoughts way. "I love you, too, Onika."
**
A/N: Ok, it's kinda creepy, well, rather weird, but the first few paragraphs just came to my mind and I wanted to write a fic - although it's kinda short and suck-ish. I'd be happy about some feedback. :3
