“Stop it.” Katrina struggled against the man who pushed her to the floor. She could hear her friend and the male she was with grunting with enjoyment.
“I said stop. Stop! I don’t want to.” The man pinned her down and her tiny frame was no resistance to the man intent on pleasuring himself.
Spent, the man collapsed, ignoring her. Sobbing, Katrina crawled away, longing for the cleansing shower although nothing would make her whole again. She felt dirty, used. She’d saved herself. For what?
Katrina inhaled deeply. She had choices. This wouldn’t destroy the rest of her life.
Written for 99 word flash fiction Challenge with Charli Mills. She invites everyone to:
September 9, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about someone or something that’s lost. It can be lost in a setting (storm, darkness, ocean) or it can be a feeling. Is there a recovery? What are the consequences of remaining lost? What are the opportunities?
Respond by September 15, 2015 to be included in the weekly compilation. Rules are here. All writers are welcome!
If you don’t want to write come along and have a read. It is amazing the places people can take you to in 99 words.