ve had a crush on him sense 6th grade. He says nothing to me. He starts running at me with red in his eyes. He wisp me around and crushes me against him. He wraps one arm around my neck the other struggles to get into my jeans. It breaks thru sliding down into my underwear. I want to scream but instead I let a sigh of passion exape my lips. His finger circle the cheek, teasing me. He pulls down my skinny jeans. I want to punch and kick but, I stand stiff. He kisses my neck but he stops. His hands slide into his coat and pulls out duct tape. "Tell me when you want it and I'll let you go." He smiles. I nod and close my eyes and I hold my wrists out and close my