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*Another fun-filled Saturday night at yet another fucking bar,* Misty thought angrily as she was once again forced into the nearby bar in downtown Orlando. Misty and her mother had arrived there the night before. Sara, on a spur of the moment decision, had driven them back to Orlando for a reason she didn't want to say. Misty had mixed feelings about being back. This was the place where she spent the happiest years of her life. It was also the place where all her nightmare had stemmed from. She sighed as she sat down at the bar waiting for the man who was supposed to do her that night.
"What can I get for you tonight sweetheart?" the bartender asked.
"Just a Coke please," she replied in a monotonous tone. She NEVER drank. She promised herself when this all began that she wouldn't do anything her mother would do. The bartender gave her the Coke and went to the other side of the bar to serve another person. Misty's eyes followed the bartender to a young looking guy, about 19 years old. *Whoa d�j� vu,* Misty thought. She knew she had seen him before but she just could place her finger on it.
She curiously examined the guy. He had spiked up dark brown hair with blonde tips, a weird but cute moustache and beard sorta thing, and oddly, sunglasses in a dimly lit bar. He was wearing a white wife beater with a bright yellow Tommy jacket along with baggy khakis. Misty noticed many tattoos that lined his arms. Her eyes slowly drifted back up to his face, which were caught by his eyes that were now uncovered. Her lips curled into a small smile as he smiled also. Misty shyly looked back down at her drink. She had never seen a guy like that before. Although he was rough looking, he had something about him that she liked. She sighed as she looked up. He was once again looking at her. This time, he was the one to smile and then look down quickly.
Misty inwardly smiled as she thought about how wonderful her life would be if she were rescued by this guy. Before she had dreamed of Alex coming to her rescue and bringing to a safe place where they could live happily ever after. But now, instead of Alex, it was the guy that sat across from her. She didn't know why a stranger would replace Alex but she imagined anyway.
A man came up to her, breaking her thoughts, and began kissing her neck. "Damn, you taste sweet, sweetie," the man said roughly in her ear as he tightly put his arms around her from behind. Misty grimaced; his breath reeked of alcohol. This must be the guy her mother found. Only one day back in Orlando and she already had some guy to fuck her. *God why is this happening to me?* Misty thought once again. Tonight she was determined to runaway. She couldn't take being used as a sex toy. This was the last straw. With all her might, she tried to shove the man away, but he was way too strong for her.
"Get the fuck off of me you jackass!!" she screamed. But like every other night, no one seemed to hear or care for what was being done to her.
"Shut up bitch and move," he said aggressively as he shoved her out of the bar while she threw a fit in his hold.
He threw her out the door and she fell to the ground. He picked her up again and brought her to the side of the bar and violently shoved her to the ground. The man held down her arms as he began kissing her roughly, jamming his tongue down her throat. Misty fought against him, trying to release herself from his hold. She screamed as he ripped her shirt off. Crying, she used her legs to push him off of her. He slapped her for resisting him. Placing his weight on her legs so she couldn't move, he tightened his grasp on her arms while kissing down her neck. She shrieked when he kissed and bit at her breast. This was too much for her; it was way worst than any other man. None had abused her so much. Then...it stopped.
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