Secrets

He touched her, he forced her, he blamed her. "Shut up! It's all your fault!" He yelled aggressively.

She thought back to earlier today and what she was wearing, what she was doing, she remembered getting ready for a run. She dressed in her typical running ensemble: a tank top, shorts, running shoes, and topped off with her typical ponytail. She was six minutes into her normal route when she noticed him staring, she smiled at him signifying a kind "hello" and kept to her route. She was thirteen minutes in her route when she stopped to take a breath and a drink. All of a sudden she felt a cold hand grab her wrist and reach to put a rag over mouth, it was him, the man she had saw not to long before, but before she could give it another thought she went cold and her surroundings went dark. She awoke in a disgusting room on a bed with blankets that probably hadn't been washed in months.

She was then tuned back to the scene she knew was slowly unraveling in front of her. She stared at the horrifying man who grouped her, she continued to beg and scream for him to stop. She then pondered to herself; maybe it was her fault, maybe she was to blame for this whole mess. If she had just been more careful? Just thought her decisions through!

Would it have different?

Would she still be in this same position?...

She didn't know...

Hey, I hope you liked this it was something short I just thought of after a surge of inspiration, also sorry if there's any mistakes, it's also my first thing on here soooo be kind:D Anyways, if you want me to write a whole story on it, just say so, and I'll think about it...
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