Alone in the Woods_(2)

*Author’s Note-This story contains non consensual sex. I do not condone the action nor would I suggest you go out and do it. It is wrong on many levels, fictionally, however, it makes a good story, if you enjoy it of course. These character’s and events are mine, and not up for copy.
I originally posted this on my account, xxxArtemisDawnxxx, on Literotica.com*

‘…’ thoughts.



‘I’m going to fucking kill her.’

I keep repeating over and over as I’m forced to walk home. ‘Oh don’t worry Alyssa, I won’t get fucking hammered and leave the party without you.’ I think of all the things I wish I could do to Elle, getting even more pissed because they’re all illegal.

Earlier in the night we went to a Christmas party together. Booze, drugs and slutty elves. Dressed in a short red mini skirt, boots up to my knees and fishnet stockings with a shirt that barely conceals anything is what I stupidly chose to be my guise, without any common sense might I add. Now being forced to walk home, which thankfully is only a mile away, I’m fucking freezing. My coat wasn’t really built for warmth, and it only reaches to where my skirt lies. ‘Damn you Elle!’

My walk is basically through a residential area. I feel completely at ease here. Although in my mind, other than cursing Elle to the lowest circle of Hades, I’m calculating whether I should take the short cut or not.

The short cut is through the woods of course, making my trip shorter by more than half of the longer. I try to weigh the pros and cons of the shorter way when the wind suddenly whips around me making my decision for me.

The short cut it is.

I come upon the path. I feel hesitant, like there is something wrong here. I shake it off, I’ve done this countless times throughout my 15 years of life. Even through the woods I’ve worn a path through the many times I’ve used it, including marking the trail by gouging the trees.

I walk along the path and enjoy the solitude. The wind isn’t as gusty here, and the snow hasn’t fallen as heavily. I step off the path and into the trees when I come to my first marker. ‘Only a little longer now, then a hot shower, warm clothes and hiding under my covers.’

Finally after 10 or so minutes I come to my grotto. Its a small circular clearing that I normally escape to when the stress at home becomes to much. My parents aren’t exactly the best with the constant fighting and negligence. I doubt they even know I’m gone now. I snuck out to go to that party. Elle picked me up down the block, which is where she was suppose to drop me off later, instead driving off with Jeremy. He’s her boy toy.

I walk over to my tree. Its the best shade tree, and has a conveniant hallow near the base that I keep a blanket, my art supplies, a few books and a now empty box of condoms. ‘Need to remember to replace those…’

“Allie, there you are!” I whirl around fists up. “Woah, easy girly, its just me.”

I drop my hands as I recognize the voice. As he comes closer I notice his walk is sorta off. “Damn you Victor.” I say as he saunters over and puts his arms around my waist. I laughingly try to push him away as he kisses my neck and collarbone. Victor is my 19 year old pain in the ass…and the reason for the empty box of condoms.

He pulls off my coat and continues kissing, trying to tug my flimsey shirt aside. I push him back slightly.”Aw c’mon baby, please.”

I shake my head. “Not tonight Vic, I’m cold, I just wanna go home.”

“But I could keep ya warm.” He says drawing me closer. I smell liquor on his breath now. Apparently he went to his own party.

“Not tonight. I’m not in the mood.” I try to wriggle away from him.

“But baby, we’ve been waiting here for you forever.’

I freeze. ‘We?’

Just then I feel cold hands wrap around my wrists and pull my arms behind my back. Victor lets go of my waist and steps back smiling. I turn my head and see Gage, Victor’s best friend. I smell booze on his breath too. He must of got ahold of something. Gage is 22.

“What the hell are you doing? Let go of me!” I try to struggle away from Gage, and he increases the pressure on my wrists making me cry out in pain. “Now now Alyssa, if you be a good girl, you won’t get hurt.”

“Fuck you asshole! Let me goooo!” Then I feel something cool cutting into my throat. Gage is holding a butcher’s knife. I immediatly still. “See? You can behave.”

I bite back my retort of the various things I would like to cut off of him. He runs the blade down to my shoulder making me shiver. With a jerk he cuts one of the straps to my shirt.