Julie looked around cautiously. A girl of 17, alone in Brooklyn all by herself. She had just ran out of her apartment in rage and sadness when she found out that her boyfriend had been cheating on her all of these 3 years. Julie sniffed. And to think that she was about to lose her virginity to him...
Julie was a beatiful girl, really. Full, perky breasts, with hard nipples almost ripping her delicate blouse from the intense cold. Soft, long blond hair, and a figure with the right curves. She looked around uneasily, shrugging. There was no way she was coming back to that apartment now.
It was nearly 2 in the morning. Julie sat down near some long-closed deli and cried quietly. She wasnt really thinking about what could happen to a girl like her, alone, in the middle of the night, on the dark, empty streets of Brooklyn....
"Are you alright?" suddenly heard Julie. She lifted her head, and saw a stranger, about 40 years old, looking at her in pity.
"I dont know," she sniffed.
"You dont need any help now, do you?"
"No, thank you," Julie answered cautiously. She had just realized where she was, how she was dressed, and that she was far from help. If that stranger had something on his mind...
Which he did.
Noone would help. She pressed herself closer to the brick wall, partly trying to gather some warmth between her and the cold bricks, partly because she was getting a fluttering feeling of fear in her stomach. The stranger looked around. Then his steel-gray eyes narrowed on Julie.
"Are you cold? Want to come in and I could warm you up?"
The feeling was growing.
"N..." Julie was about to say no but the stranger suddenly gagged her with a dirty hand.
"Youre coming with me, you little bitch, like it or not," he hissed in Julies ear and dragged her into the lobby of the house across the street. Julie was so terrified she couldnt fight at first, but then, on the stairs, she started kicking ... อ่านทั้งเรื่อง
