Do you wanna see how easily my teeth bleed

He started with having her slowly strip for him. He made her fold everything neatly and put it on the table. They were in the kitchen, and she hoped no one would see her through the kitchen window. Then she realized she should hope someone would see. See the knife. But she knew the truth. No one was coming to help her.

"Now put your hands on your head and hold still. Spread your legs a little, too. Show me the goods."

He walked around her, looking at her closely. The second time around, he touched her. Not sexually. Just idly trailing his fingertips over her skin. She shivered. The third time around, he traced her curves and hollows with the tip of his knife. She wondered if he would keep his promise, not to cut her.

"You're more beautiful than I expected. You should wear tighter clothing. Show off a little. There's no harm in it. Being modest didn't protect you, after all. It never does."

She didn't think she would be showing off any time soon. She wasn't going to take fashion advice from a rapist. But first she had to survive this night.

He had her climb up on the kitchen table, sit on the edge, spread her legs. He moved in close. She could feel his breath on her face when he spoke. He didn't smell bad.

"You'll probably think about going to the police, after. But think about how easily I got in here. How I knew when you'd be alone. How easily I could do it again. How angry I'd be if you made trouble for me, and what I might do."

He kissed her. She kept her mouth closed but he didn't seem to mind. His lips touched hers, softly, and his arms went around her. He was still holding the knife.

"Especially compared to what I'm going to do while I still like you. Think about how much worse it could be."

She felt the tip of the knife at her back, tracing down her spine. Felt it stop, press deeper. Felt a point of hot pain.

"It would be so easy. And it wouldn't bother me at all. You're just a girl I wanted. If you disappoint me, you have no value. So you'd better get into it."

He kissed her again. This time she opened her mouth, let him in. She pressed herself against him, felt his chest against her breasts. He had hard muscles. His free hand stroked her back, tugged at her hair. She didn’t know where the knife was.

He broke the kiss, then rested the knife between her breasts. He told her to lie back on the table. Used his free hand to guide her down, followed her body down with the knife. He told her to hold herself open for him, with her hands at her crotch. She felt completely exposed, vulnerable. Especially when he started teasing her with the knife down there, tracing over her skin, separating her folds with the cold metal blade.

He used his fingers too, touching her intimately, playing with her. She felt very sensitive, felt everything. She had turned her head to the side, not looking at him, but then she remembered "get into it". She met his gaze. He had slipped two fingers inside, then held them up to show how wet she was.

"Don't feel bad. Fear does that. It's for survival. Your body knows what it was made for. Now keep your hands where they are."

He had taken out his cock. Lined it up with her entrance. Invaded her with one move of his hips.

She had expected roughness, but he was perfectly controlled. He leaned over her while moving in and out, slowly, gathering speed. He bent down to kiss the tips of her breasts, took a nipple into his mouth. She could feel him harden inside her. The whole time, she was holding herself open for him. Participating in his crime.

It seemed to take forever. She zoned out, feeling used, feeling like some sex toy he was using. Time stretched out until this felt like her whole life, under him, his mouth and fingers on her breasts and on her lips. Occasionally he would focus her attention with the knife. It was scariest when he held it against her face, near her eyes. She could feel the knife moving with his thrusts. He didn't have steady hands anymore.

When he came, spurting deep into her, he kissed her and she kissed him back. He moaned into her mouth. Then he stepped back. He brought the knife back to her crotch. Started teasing her with the tip again. Wasn't he done yet? Her stomach tightened. Now that he had taken his pleasure, would he keep his promise?

"There's just one more thing I want to do. And you're going to have to be brave for this. Keep perfectly still. I've opened you up nicely, but it's still going to hurt."

She didn't know what he meant. Didn't expect it when he slid the knife inside of her in one smooth movement. She felt a line of fire inside her body. He'd been merciful, pressing the dull edge of the knife up against the top of her tunnel as he slid it in, so as not to cut her too badly, but the knife still didn't quite fit.

He put his arm around her shoulders, propped her up so that she could see the handle sticking out from between her legs. She was too in shock to say anything.

"You can keep the knife. It's a souvenir. Getting it out is your own problem."

He kissed her forehead.

"It's been fun. And you've been very good and quiet. I won't be back, unless you get me in trouble. I hope you'll remember me."