One hundred words in 15 minutes. By the way, Bent, most sites call this sort of thing flash fiction.




Even while my clothes were being torn away from my body, I couldn't believe it was happening. The man had come from nowhere, laughing at my struggles to escape. His rough hands bruised my skin -- claiming my pain for his pleasure. I tried to retreat into my mind, pretend to be somewhere else. He would have none of that.

He cupped my chin in his hand and whispered, "Look at me."

He opened my cunt with his shaft -- stretching me wide. His eyes penetrated my mind and soul -- leaving no part of me untouched.


I need to feel that again.