How do I.

Only the beginning

Please be aware that this chapter, even if it's just the first one, has already a sensitive topic in it. This story will, overall, be treating of sensitive subjects like rape, forced mariage, violence and will have scenes of strong language, mental and physical harassement and abuse, as well as sexual scenes.
If you are particularly sensitive to those, either leave here or go on with the story, knowing all of this.
Aslo, English is not my first language, sonif there is anything wrong, tell me and I will correct it.

A party. Some alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
Yes, I was a bit drunk, but I knew how to control myself.
Deep shadows in the streets, in the black alleys I had to take to get home. Black, blurry corners of buildings on the side of my vision.
A movement behind a pile of smelly trash bags.
A hand taking mine.
Another one on my shoulder.
A raspy breath crashing on my right ear as few words made their way in my brain.
-How sweet of you...
And before I could turn around, he pushed me so hard on the floor that I scratched my knee and both my hands.
He pinned me on the ground with so much strengh that I couldn't move a toe. Well, yes, I could move my big toe, but how usefull would it be ?
I felt his hot breath in my neck as he undid the zipper of my black skirt.
I smelled the rotten food in the trash bags beside me as he ran his hands on my shaved legs.
I saw an ant walk in front of my eyes as he took off my skirt and my beautiful, red pantie.
I started to scream, but how stupid would he be if he didn't plan this and had a hand close to my mouth ?
How stupid would he be if he didn't have a knife under my throat now, threatening me if I dared make a single sound ?
I felt the tears run down my cheeks as he turned me around, my hands behind my back, the knife caressing my soft skin and his hard, leaking member so close to mine, between my two tight closed legs.
-I want to see your sweet, cute little face as I take you.
He forced them open, looking at the treasure between them. That pure, untouched treasure.
He smirked, putting himself close to it's entrance, ready to take this treasure without warning, preparation or consent.
I looked at him. I registered all the little details of his face. The mole he had on the corner of his right eye, his black, raven hair, his ocean eyes and his plump and big lips.
I closed my wet eyes, crying as the pain started to hit me.
He was forcing himself in me.
I didn't beleive it.
It wasn't happening.
Please, god, make this end.

Oh, how wrong was I ?