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>Work at a stationary store as a general laborer and shelf stocker
>Sometimes work the check out counter
>Cute girl walks in
>She's pretty small and wearing a penguin hoodie
>"Hi there, how can I help you?" You compose yourself as you observe her small pre-nubile body, tracing the outlike of her neck and collarbone as you greet her
>She beams a bright smile at you, "Do you know where I can find some highlighters? A thin tipped one for art."
>"Sure, follow me" You lead her further into the store
>It's a small store, you're the only one working today. You're also tasked with closing up shop soon.
>It doesn't seem to bother the girl that you're a physically intimidating man, standing at 6'2" and 240 lbs. You haven't shaved in a week either
>She must be from a pretty sheltered household to trust being around a gross looking creep like you alone
>Her mistake, I suppose
>"I'll let you make your decision, when you're ready come up to the counter" You say as you calmly walk away
>"Okay!!" She says over her shoulder with a grin.
>Lean your head outside for a moment to see if she has a friend waiting in her car. There are only two cars in the lot (yours and hers) and both are empty
>Flip the open sign to "closed"
>You casually begin dropping the metal shutters, and the girl swivels her head to the sweeping sound of the mechanical blinds
>"H-hey, I'm still in here you know? I'm almost ready" She says in an increasingly nervous tone
>"Oh don't worry, I know" You say in a playful, sing-song tone
>Her blood runs cold as her peeking, inquisitive look turns and stares stunned as you charge her in a full sprint
>She trips over herself as she scrambles in the opposite direction, crashing into one of the displays as she runs
>She's running with all her might, but you're still catching up to her. She rips open the washroom door and begins to shut it behind her
>The last thing she sees before she locks it is your expressionless face rapidly approaching, then incessant and violent banging
>She vomits into the toilet from the sheer anxiety of the situation. She is shaking and crying uncontrollably as well. Her body is pressed up against the far wall on the floor quivering
>Suddenly the pounding stops
>She composes herself just enough to realize that she should call the police
>Begin dialing 911
>Accidentally call 914 because her hands are shaking so much
>She takes a deep breath and begins dialing again. But a cold metallic jingle stops her, and makes her hair stand on end as she realizes what you have
>Hear the tumblers on the lock of the door shift and mold to the shape of the washroom key
>The girl jumps up and grabs the inside part of the locking mechanism, desperately trying to keep it closed
>It's no use, you have much better leverage and strength and easily overpower her
>The door swings open and collides with her face along her temple and cheek, fracturing her orbital bone
>Her head reels back in pain as she slips on the wet floor moist with piss, cracking her head on the toilet
>...
>...
>...
>She wakes up in a groggy mess a few hours later, she has no idea where she is or what happened.
>As she gains consciousness a pounding headache and a sharp pain begins to materialize in her psyche
>Her left eye is puffed up and bruised, with a purplish/yellow hemotoma stretching the length of her face
>She looks down, and sees through her blurry vision that she is completely naked, and attached at the crotch to what seems to be another person, moving in and out of her
>She's dripping, and racking her brain to identify what shes dripping with. She almost immediately regrets the clarity she gained, as she realized it was a mixture of sweat, blood, and semen.
>You took her virginity while she was unconscious, and while the initial blood was from breaking her hymen, the rest was from the violent repetitive entry of her shallow cervix
>The surroundings are not familiar. She's in your house out in the outskirts of town
>"Don't worry Petra, I'm going to make sure you're never lonely again. Never lonely."
