#roofie

Your finger tapped against the rim of your full beer as your legs hung off the bar stool, too short to reach the footrest. Some shitty country music played over the speakers of the desert dry bar and you could've sworn you saw a sand dune roll by.

It was...a slow day, to say the least. In all honestly, you had no friends to hang out with, your co-workers hated you, and you had no boyfriend. All perfect reasons to sulk at the bar late at night. You sighed as you pushed your hair behind your back and pouted.

"Hey," A voice uttered at the same time a hand from behind grabbed your shoulder firmly. "What the fuck?!" you shouted, turning around sharply and accidentally slamming your elbow into the man's face. "Jesus christ, dude, you scared the shit out of me," you said before you realized what was even going on.

He ducked quickly, failing to protect his face with his tattooed hands and getting elbowed square in the nose. You immediately felt terrible, hopping off the stool and kneeling down to help him. A strong flow of blood cascaded from his nose, dripping down his chin and staining his white button up.

"Crap, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay?" You asked him as you frantically pulled napkins from the dispenser for his nose. "'M good, I'm fine, baby." He said sweetly, trying to stop the bleeding as he got up from the ground and sat on the empty stool next to you.

"Not the best first impression, I'm sorry, uh-" you apologized again. "Honey, I already said I'm fine, don't worry about it." He chuckled. "So, miss congeniality, what's your name?" He asked you.

"Oh, uh, y/n, you?" You answered, your gaze lingering on his hazel eyes. He was hot. He had that kind of expression you'd see in some hallmark movie, the way his brows curled in tandem with his lips. "Frank, uh, it's nice to meet you."

You smiled warmly at him. Frank. It fit him, in a way. "Well, Frank, uh...I've gotta go to the bathroom real quick, d'you mind watching my stuff? Thanks," you didn't wait for an answer as you rushed to the bathroom. The bartender, who was suddenly at his post, raised a cautious eyebrow at you as you walked away.

You looked in the dirty mirror of the dingy restroom. God, your lipstick was smudged to shit. You quickly fixed it up and wiped whatever residue you had on your face. You saw Frank still sitting at the stool, eyeing your drink. He placed his hand on your stocking clad thigh gently as you sat back on the stool. You let him.

Frank's eyes followed your hand as you picked your glass up and took a large drink. Maybe it tasted weird, maybe you were just paranoid.

"So, what brings such a pretty thing to this shithole?" Frank joked. "Ah, I mean, I'm just...dunno, bored, I guess." You replied, sighing and taking another sip. "Huh. Tell you what, me too. I thought you were cute, that's why I came up to you," He said. God, now you really felt bad about hitting him. "Oh my god-" You laughed. "Yeah, hah. It's all good though, I probably deserved it." He said.

A short burst of silence lingered between you two as you stared down at the wooden counter. Everything looked weird; like the world was spinning at lightning speed. You felt like you were about to collapse. Frank could definitely tell, his eyebrows curling up worriedly. "You okay? Hey, how about we go to my car, I'll take you home, okay?" He offered, and you nodded.

Frank took your hand, tossing a 20 on the bar counter for the bartender. The worker nodded at him nicely. He led you out of the bar and to the parking lot where his '99 Civic was parked. You could barely tell what was happening, the corners of your eyes vignetting. He opened the passenger door for you and gently pushed you in. You let him.

"Baby? You good?" He asked you, tapping your thigh as your head rolled back. You were barely, if even, present at all. Your vision had gone dark and your head was fucking pounding. "C'mon, we're going home." Frank said as he started up the car. "My home, 's...my address, 's in my phone..." Your words slurred as you tried to pick up your phone. It felt like a ton of bricks were thrown on you, burying you to your neck.

Frank started driving without even checking your phone or using a GPS. Your eyes drifted open for a second or two and all you saw was flashing lights from other cars. This didn't look like your street. It didn't even look like your town. "Frank, Frank, please, where...where are we?" You asked groggily. "We're going home, baby, don't worry. Home." He stated firmly, patting your knee.

After what felt like a million years (but was probably just a few minutes), you felt the car come to a stop on some gravel. This was definitely not your house. He slammed the driver's door and pulled you out of the passenger's seat. You vaguely felt him propping you up by the armpits and nearly dragging you into the house. You let him.

He dragged you to his bed and propped you up against the headboard with some pillows under your back, careful to not hurt you too much. You heard him digging through a drawer, not sure which one. You didn't know how you were really awake at this point, but you'd rather be unconcious than feel yourself being drowned by heaviness.

"You're so pretty, baby, fuck-" Frank breathed into your neck. His lips latched onto your throat as he sucked painful blemishes onto your beautiful skin. "Uuughhh," You moaned lowly, not having enough strength to fight him off. You didn't really want this- no, you didn't want it at all. But god, each time your eyes opened for split seconds you could see Frank's beautiful eyes. His pink lips, arched brows. And that made it all better.

Frank dragged the zipper of his white jeans down, tenting a hard-on in his boxers. "God, you're sexy. Look at you, so pretty, look at those...god. Just look at yourself." He said, probably talking to himself. His hands clawed at your cami, almost ripping it off your body. He grabbed your tits roughly, squishing them and pulling at them like they were some kind of toy. "Ah, fuck," You cried out softly, throwing your hands about to push him off.

"Ah-ah, no, no. We're not doing this, you're not gonna do this. You're too weak to push me off, huh? Too weak and tiny, so small, huh. You're tiny. You can't do shit." He spat at you, grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the wall. He was right. You couldn't do anything, no matter how hard you tried, and you just had to stay put and let him him take what he wanted. So you did. You let him.

"Such a good girl for me, aren't ya?" Frank smiled at you as he pulled your skirt down, getting caught on your tights. He ripped the brown fabric to shreds like a damn dog just to get that skirt off. "Such a pretty little pussy," He let go of your wrists, letting them drop to your side. He slid down the bed, face to face with your panties. "You're wet, huh? Did I do that?" He asked you, awaiting an answer. You didn't respond. He slapped your thigh hard. You nodded.

He didn't waste any time before he pulled down your panties, not even giving you a minute to breathe before he plunged two fingers in your cunt. God, it felt good. So good. And you hated that.

A soft moan left your lips as he opened you up, and your walls fluttered around his fingers. He was insanely good at this. You felt yourself getting closer and closer, and so did Frank. His fingers pulled out right before you were able to cum. You whined, weakly kicking your legs at him. "Slut."

Frank got up from the bed and his hands finally moved to his waist to pull down his jeans and his boxers at once. His cock nearly sprang out of his underwear, hard and leaking, his tip blushing with a beautiful red. He climbed back on the bed, straddling your hips. He stroked himself a few times and lined himself up with your pussy. He didn't push in yet, just sat there for a few seconds.

You wanted to push him off you, kick him in the face and run away, but that little devil on your shoulder just wanted to stay. So you stayed there, waiting for him to push in and fuck you as hard as he wanted. His hips pressed forward and he buried himself as deep inside you as he could. Frank's hips suddenly thrust forward slowly as he gently fucked you. You let him.

His thrusts soon got faster and faster, bucking into you painfully hard. Your hips slammed together and he grabbed your waist to balance himself. His fingers dug so hard into your muscle you thought he was going to break your hips. "God, so good- fuck, christ, you're so good," Frank moaned, lifting your legs over his shoulders to get a better angle. You moaned in pain.

His thrusts somehow got even rougher, slamming into your g spot with zero consideration. "Oh my god- Jesus, so fucking good, fuck, you're such a slut-" He moaned into your ear, leaning down and biting your shoulder hard enough to draw blood. He smeared the blood all over your chest, licking it up and spitting it back out on your tits. He arched his back up like a black cat so he could reach your nipples with his mouth, licking around the pink nub and biting it gently, covering it with spit and blood mixed.

His thrusts slowed as he got closer to release. You hadn't even realized that you were moaning at each buck of his hips until he said, "Shut up now, huh?". His hand moved up and wrapped around your neck as he started up again, his cock pistoning in and out of your pussy at a lightning speed, faster than before.