The rape fantasies have been crazy lately.
I’m going on holiday with a guy I met recently. I know it’s sudden, but I’m really into him. My flatmates are going to be out when I leave, so I say my goodbyes the morning of my flight. I’m just finishing packing when he arrives to pick me up. I’m bent over the bookcase choosing my beach reading when he enters my bedroom. I look over my shoulder and flash him a cheeky grin, asking why he brought my suitcase back in from the hallway. I notice the ropes.
I’m gagged, tied up, sore, sobbing and covered in fluids when he leaves, hours later. I hear the bedroom lock click and the front door quietly close. Fifteen, maybe thirty minutes later my friends return, thinking I’m gone, just as he planned. I know he’ll be back when they leave for class. I won’t admit to myself how excited I am, so, exhausted, I sleep.