Innocent Amber Gets Raped

Adjusting the volume on her radio, Amber thought about how dark this night seemed. If not for her headlights illuminating the swath of highway ahead, the night would have been completely void of any light. A thick layer of black and grey clouds blanketed the sky. She had traveled this highway hundreds, maybe thousands of times. She knew every curve, every dip in the road, every bump and every hill. Despite always believing she could have driven this road with her eyes closed, she found herself pulling back on the turn signal lever to activate her high beams.

As she allowed her eyes to adjust to the brightness of the halogen lamps, her mind flashed back to earlier in the evening. She smiled to herself as she reminisced about the four hours her and her three closest friends had shared. She laughed when she thought about the obviously married “businessman” who spent most of the evening trying to convince her to let him buy her dinner.

Amber did have to admit to herself she looked totally hot tonight. She was dressed in a very tight pair of low cut jeans, a red t-top she bought last weekend at Express, a lace-trimmed black bra, and a pair of black boots. She wondered to herself why she bothered getting dressed up. She wasn’t interested in meeting anyone and certainly was not looking for a boyfriend. She was too busy with school and did not want the distraction of a relationship. As random thoughts raced through her mind, Amber suddenly realized she was home.

Like she had done so many other times, Amber closed the door behind her, engaged the deadbolt lock and placed her car keys and purse on table in the foyer. She then glanced over to her answering machine for a moment but after seeing there was no flashing light indicating any new messages, she turned away and walked down the hallway towards her bedroom.

As she walked, Amber tilted her head to the side to allow her hair to fall backwards. Reaching up, she removed the small diamond earring from her left ear. Walking past the open doorway to the spare bedroom she had converted to a small office, she tilted her head to the opposite direction and began to remove the other earring. Suddenly, Amber felt her heart stop beating. She tried to scream but was too horrified. Her body froze with terror for what seemed like an eternity. Her mind commanded her to scream but she could not. She knew she should run but her feet would not move. An eerie chill coursed through her body and she felt her body go numb.

When Amber’s sub-consciousness finally reconnected with her rational thought, her primal instincts immediately took over. Amber found herself only a few feet away from an ominous shadow of a strange man standing in her hallway. His muscular silhouette was contrasted by the white doorway he was standing in front of.

Without thinking, Amber turned her body, intending to run away. As soon as the stranger saw her move, he stepped forward with incredible speed and grasped Amber by the throat. She felt his hand close around her tiny neck, his strong grip immediately blocking her airway. She felt his hand pushing inward on her fragile trachea. “He’s going to kill me,” she thought. Instinctively, Amber raised an arm to protect her throat but it was too late. Her attacker tightened his grip and stepped into her. Her attempted block bounced off his muscular shoulder. Amber raised her other hand and grasped her assailants’ wrist. Thinking she could ease the vise-like grip around her neck, Amber tried to pull his arm away. It only took a moment before she realized her efforts were pointless.

Even though Amber considered herself a strong girl, her strength was no match for this man. Without thinking, Amber found herself slapping wildly at his head and shoulders. Strike after strike, her hand began to burn from the repeated contact with her attacker.

Before Amber had another chance to think, she suddenly realized her feet were no longer touching the ground. In another instant, she felt her back being slammed into the wall. Looking down for a split-second, she realized her aggressor had lifted her off the ground by her throat and had pinned her against the wall.

Amber tried to draw her leg back and kick him in his balls. Being pinned against the wall, she was unable to put any force or momentum behind her kicks and she realized she was wasting the precious little air remaining in her lungs. Terror again overwhelmed her as she realized she could not breathe. Amber gasped for air but her assailant’s grip was too tight.

Almost as if he was reading her mind, she sensed his grip loosen slightly; loosening only enough to allow her to choke down a few breaths of fresh oxygen. Feeling a new sense of hope, Amber grabbed her attacker’s neck and clenched down tightly, balling her hand into a tight fist and pinching as much skin as she could. As she tightened her grip, she dug her fingernails into his flesh. Amber had hoped the pain would cause him to release his grip but soon realized it was having no affect on him. Amber felt his skin twisting in her hand. At the same moment, she felt his free hand yank her tank top from her pants.