what have I done

*Take off the bra!* he commanded. She stifled a

giggle as her arms went to her back to unstrap the

brassiere. Billy cupped her with his palms. She moaned

and clasped him as her nipples jaunted under his touch

and suck. Without any resistance, she slumped back

on the bed, her eyes closing wearily in a compulsory

sleep. Billy's whole being was stiff and ready. He then

proceeded to pull off her leggings and panties. She

was too weak and tired to be conscious that she was

completely nude by now. He began to move inside

her, slowly at first, with an accompanying sharp pain,

then rapidly before his back arched in a rapturous pain.

The only sign that she was alive was the alternation of

her breath.

Four hours later, Sandra woke with a start. The

bedroom was warm, the endless hum of the electric

fan, churning the humid air intermittently towards a wide

sector of the room. To Sandra, the room was spiritless,morbid shadows abounding from the evening sun's rays

that pierced through the cotton drapes of the window.

First, she wondered why she was here, then she

remembered that this was Billy's room, only to realize

that only a wrapper covered her body. She only slept

naked, in the comfort and privacy of her room back at

home, she told herself, so how come she was lying naked

on a strange bed. It could be a dream, she further

thought but she made to move herself to ascertain the

reality of the situation. It was then that excruciating

pain shot through the depths of her thighs and she all of

a sudden remembered how it all started; how she came

down here with Billy and she took a malt drink before

dozing off. She now knew what had happened to her,

there was no doubt about it. Billy had drugged her and

had sex with her while she was unconscious. How

could he be cruel and heartless to do this kind of thing

to her? She asked herself. How could he do this to her

without her consent? She was feeling as if she had

been raped and abused. How could he do this to her?

She asked herself a thousand times until her eyes

brimmed with tears. She did not hear when the door

creaked open. She just saw Billy standing before her

and grinning sheepishly.

*There you are Sandra baby... So, you've... woken

up?* he stuttered guiltily. Sandra did not make a single

sound. She just lay there on the bed, staring hard at him.*Baby, what is wrong?* he persisted innocently.

*How dare you ask me as if you don't know what

you've done?* she growled between clenched teeth.

*What have I done?* he persisted innocently.

*How could you do this to me, Billy? How could

you?* She began to sob.

*But you're my girlfriend... I mean we agreed about

this,* Billy began.

*How could you be so barbaric? Drugging me and

having sex with me without my consent,* Sandra wailed

the more.

*Sssh! Please, lower your voice, my people are

back and they'll hear you,* Billy pleaded and moved

towards Sandra to comfort her.

*Don't touch me or I'll scream, you rapist,*

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