Chapter 49 Confused (1)
Lily's POV
There was a dark route which I usually take home after work. It was quite eerie, with creaking lightposts threatening to crumble, and crickets giving out their serenading sounds. People barely walk that path at night but it was much closer home.
But every day, not a day missed will I find the familiar face of a stranger, his back collapsed against the wall while he watched me walk past him.
I didn't run, I didn't show any streak of fear. That must have brazen up his next point of action. Each day I walked quietly down the road, he would jolt out his hard prick and begin to stroke.
I had to stop going down that road, it was crazy. Watching a stranger stroke himself at the mere sight of me.
I mean, I didn't dress provocatively nor did I do any work that pertains to such revealing bodies. I was always modestly dressed.
I took the longer route that took forever. Luckily, people sprinted across this particular route. There at the end of the tunnel again, he stood, hands in his pockets, while he rested his back against the wall.
How long would this madness continue? I asked myself.
And so I resumed on the shorter route, hoping that he hadn't discovered that I was taking the previous pathway.
He was there!
This time he waylaid me, asking me to stop. "Hey." He called.
Thank goodness for my gifted legs, I took to my heels and he pursued. He caught me from behind, hugging my butt to his hardened staff.
I tried to struggle with him but his strength dwarfed mine. He smelt of cigar and rusted iron.
"Steady," he said, pulling my black hair from behind.
"Let me go!" I screamed, hoping that someone would perhaps hear my cry for help.
But I was no fool, that road was deserted. And it was difficult for life to walk through at night.
"Steady," he pulled out a little sharp knife and hoisted it towards my neck.
I froze. My eyes were on the steel while his hands rummaged through my breasts.
"Please, what are you doing?" I asked but got no reply.
He groaned, finding the buttons that attached to my shirt. When the shirt pulled free, mild air hit my naked half-padded breasts.
"Please, don't do this. I have money, you can have it all, please," I breathed hard, hoping my money would entice him.
Furiously, he pulled at my hair. It did hurt, it felt like my hair was been strung from my scalp.
"It hurts, it hurts please," I begged.
"I don't need your money, Lassie. I just want you." His rough hands pushed my brassieres up, and my round breasts bubbled out.
He hissed deeply, grazing his harsh fingers across each swollen nut. I was breathless now, not from his touches but from fear. His breaths were hard on my neck, it felt to me that he wanted more and he wasn't satisfied.
And with one silent shove, he pushed me forward. "Get down on your knees." He commanded.
I looked at his face, one stretched scar ran below his right eye. He had a ruffled golden hair. And he wore a basketball shirt and baggy jeans trousers.
"Didn't you hear me?" His brows cocked.
I contemplated running away or succumbing to his bidding. I took the former, forgetting my bag on the floor while my legs took flight.
He pursued again, slamming me hard against his body. "You are a stubborn little thing, aren't you? You certainly enjoy the chase." He said, grabbing my orbs in his hands.
Then with another shove, he pushed me to my knees and grabbed my hair while he jerked out his rod. Probably he was dirty down there, cause the air that escaped out there was disgusting.
I winced my face, frowning at his hairy long dick. "I can't do this," I begged him.
"It has been dying for your mouth, now suck it up." He smirked.
My hands slightly shook, he could kill me but I had a better idea. But it felt as if he was a magician that could read my mind.
"You better don't think about biting off my dick. Think twice," he showed me the knife again, smirking at me.
With tears in my eyes, I began to suck. But I was terrible at it. I didn't have a boyfriend, neither have I ever given a man in my life a blow job.
This was my very first.
Unsatisfied by my wacky skills, he jerked my hair into his hand and started bucking his hips to my mouth.
Faster and faster, grunting like the pig that he was while I almost gagged to death. When he was done, he pinched my nipples as a way of being grateful then he started walking away.
My shaky hands picked up what was left of my belongings then I started the walk back to the office. I was too scared to go home. What if he continued to stalk me, barge into my apartment, and take delight in having me - again?
No way that would happen. Shame wouldn't allow me the grievance to report this deed done to me.
What was the essence? The police might assume I had also participated in this as well. Perhaps adding that I had seduced him.
That was what had happened to Mary, our previous colleague. When this had happened to her, she'd reported the case and was accused of aiding the unjustified act done to her. She had never returned to our place of work ever again.
I wiped my eyes, walking past my Manager's office.
"Hey, Lily. I thought you'd left. You forgot something?" Stephano called me.
I feigned a smile. "Yeah, I'll be out in a bit." I lied.
But I never did pass by him. He called out my name repeatedly while I hid myself in the toilet, crying. Finally, when the lights went off, I dusted myself and started for the store.
The doors around the restaurant were secured. So, I believed nothing was bound to occur. I showered with the aid of my phone's torch light, returned, and cleared a space in the store where I laid myself to sleep.
The next day, everything resumed fairly. I quickly changed into my uniform without Stephano ever realizing that something was amiss.
I stood at the counter, giving out orders from the waiters and waitresses to the kitchen while I also made coffee.
I was happy, I was content.
At least, my thoughts wouldn't bug me about the hurt that had been done to me the previous day.
Then, he walked in.
Same golden hair, tanned skin, dark eyes, and ruffled hair. The only slight difference was that he wasn't dressed shabbily. He was well dressed in a pale white shirt and pale silver pants. My heart began to thud furiously. What was he doing here? Had he followed me now to the place I worked?
He was looking for someone as his eyes scanned the restaurant until they rested on me.
My hand let go of the coffee mug that I was holding. Its contents splattered across the tiled floor.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Lily?" Stephano raked, his eyes blazing at the mess I'd done.
My breath ragged, I was out of breath. "I'm sorry, boss," I mumbled an apology.
But as a thousand thoughts hit me and the remembrance of what had happened yesterday awoken me, I shoved the other door open which led to the kitchen. The kitchen was a better place to hide. It was better than facing that fool out there.
"Hey, you shouldn't be here, Lily!" Another colleague of mine said to me.
I ignored him. Clenching my fists to my sides as I found a safer spot away from sizzling hot oils and naked fires.
"Lily! Someone is out here to see you!" My boss bellowed.