Cicily

Cicily stands in the middle of a bedroom, goosebumps rising on her naked arms. She can feel her nipples getting hard from the cold air. Despite not being able to see him, Cicily can also feel Steven's eyes roaming her body.

"Do I look okay?" Cicily asks, her voice trembling.

"I guess you'll do," Steven replies and suddenly Cicily feels Steven pressing himself against her.

"Stop, what are you doing?" Shocked, Cicily shoves him away. She hears the man stumble and fall over.

"Stupid bitch, what do you think is happening? I invited you over for sex!" Steven yells and Cicily cowers, fear rippling through her.

"I just wanted to be your friend!" Hot tears well up in Cicily's useless eyes.

Steven doesn't answer. Cicily stays in the corner of the room as Steven moves around her, calling her horrible names. Cicily can hear him mumbling angrily.

"I may not be a rapist, but good luck finding your clothes and getting out of here. Fuck, I should have known your dumb ass wasn't worth it." Steven leaves the room and a second later Cicily hears the front door slam.

"I’m not dumb, I'm blind!" She calls out, but the apartment is empty. Cicily tries to search the room, but she's unfamiliar with it, and stumbles over the furniture. She finds her way out of the bedroom and down the hall, but ends up in the corner of the living room. Cicily can't find her clothes and isn't even sure how she can escape the apartment safely.

A while later Cicily hears keys unlocking the front door, which opens and closes. Cicily stiffens in fear. She curls into herself protectively. "Who's there? Who are you?"