Thread: Downfall [BMTH & Nighthaven]

The first thing she felt was the cold, sharp point of the knife against her stomach. Aimees breath caught in her chest as she sucked her stomach back, away from the knife. As Stans warm body encompassed Aimees backside, she pulled away slightly only to be nicked by the knife. It was like a paper cut, the small cut barely let any blood pass through her skin, but it felt like a fire had erupted both on her stomach and in her head. The pale color of her small frame went white, the freckles accompanying the bridge of her nose standing out as the color drained from her body. The pain caused her to back up into Stans body, pushing against his erection as she cowered back. The large iced coffee and her keys that she had been holding dropped to the ground, the coffees lid falling off and splashing against Aimees bare legs and heels. Her eyes scanned the parking lot, hoping that at least one person would be around to see what was going on. A couple was walking by behind them but presumed it was a friendly hug, nothing else. Aimee opened her mouth to scream out but the knife dug deeper against her skin as she breathed in to call out, a bleak reminder that he could cut her open at any second. As his lips brushed against her neck, kissing her tight skin, she pulled her head away. Aimee couldnt get her mind straight, there had to be a way out of this immediate situation but with the knife against her stomach she wouldnt be able to pull from his grasp. He seemed stronger, possibly faster, she was certain she could beat him into the coffee store if she was able to get out of his grip. As Stan explained what was going to happen next, Aimee kept her gaze to the front of her, unable to respond. When they were kids he used to corner her and pull his dick out but he had never made her touch it, much less put it in her mouth. She wasnt going to change that now, at least not willingly. As the door opened, she felt Stans erection rub up against her backside. A weight fell into her stomach, petrified for what could potentially happen next. He couldnt get her into his car without a scene, could he? With a gentle shove, Aimee held her ground against Stan, trying to not fall forward as her heels scraped against the parking lot. The next shove was harder and she fell into the car, her ass landing hard into the bucket seat of the Maserati before the door was slammed in her face. Aimee quickly turned in the seat, looking out the back of the car to watch Stan walk around it. Once he was at the bumper on the drivers side, Aimee figured shed have enough time to make a run for it out of the car and back to the coffee shop before Stan could catch up to her. One.Two.Three! Aimee pulled at the door handle and pushed the door hard, only to be met with a thump . Fuck! She cried out, jiggling the door handle a few more times and shoving at the door. No, no, no, Aimee pushed harder against the door, willing it to pop open. Unfortunately for her, Stan prepared for this, or at least a similar situation the door was locked from the outside. Her elbow went towards the glass of the window, returning her strength with a resistant thud . Another attack against the window and the glass reacted with a crack, spreading a thin line across the interior of the glass for about three inches. That was when the drivers side door opened. Aimee Jade turned her body towards Stan, shoving her body up against the passenger side door. Her legs were up against her chest and her heels were digging into the fine leather of the bucket seat, leaving more than a few inches of space between her body and the middle console of the car. The red dress rose up Aimees thighs and if Stan was in the right position, hed be able to see the small space in between her thighs adorned with lacy black cloth that grew smaller as it dug into her buttocks. Not a single spec of hair could be seen through the lace Aimee kept herself clean shaven everywhere on her body aside from her head. Dont. Touch. Me. Aimee growled towards Stan as he got in the car, trapping her even further into his car. The only way out was to either finish breaking the glass of the doors window or climb over him and escape out through his door. Both options guaranteed Stan enough time to grab her and pull her back in at this point. Her body was frozen and her eyes remained on his, ready to react with any movement. If Stan tried to come any closer to her, Aimee was going to try and kick him in the chest with her heel. There was a knife in her purse, albeit a small knife. If he was going to let her settle into the car and react calmly, she was going to discreetly try and pull it from her bag. Last edited Apr 11, 2020