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“Jesus– Fuck !”
You jump out of your skin at the sight of the shocking gory scene displayed in front of you. You weren't usually one to scream; often the calm and collected one among your friend group, you took cheap scares in stride whenever you watched horror movies or played games with them. But tonight was different. You were bundled up in layers of fluffy blankets, isolated in the darkness of your apartment with the only glow of light coming from the scary movie you decided to put on. Alone. Why did these movies always feel so much scarier without your friends with you? It was the same basic, formulaic Hollywood horror flick: group of annoying characters, slasher, final girl. For whatever reason, you couldn't help but feel more on edge by this particular film. You felt as if, even for a brief moment, someone was actually watching you.
Clutching your blanket tight, you pull your legs up close to your chest. The movie had reached a tense, suspenseful scene that had you clenching your jaw in anticipation. Just as you continued to watch the scene play out…
“Raccoon City Police.”
You nearly jump out of your blanket pile as you hear a loud knock on the door. Your heart was racing and your hands were clammy but you quickly tried to regain a sense of calm as you navigate your way through your darkened apartment to the front door.
The cold October air greets you before the tall blonde officer does. He looks young. Friendly enough. You try to smile, still trying to steady your beating heart.
“Hello…?”
“Hi. My name is Officer Leon Kennedy.” The officer smiles warmly and you're somehow instantly comforted by his presence. Usually you didn't give the police in your part of the city the time of day. This Officer Kennedy was a face you hadn't seen before, however, and his charismatic smile was enough to calm your nerves.
“Good aftern- evening, Officer. Can I help you?”
“I received a concerned call from one of your neighbors.” The officer rests his thumbs on the shoulder straps of his bulletproof vest with the letters RPD adorned on it. He tilts his head to one side, trying to peek behind you into your dim apartment. “They had some concerns about a young woman screaming-”
Embarrassment colors your face pink and you thank the night sky for covering your blushing cheeks in darkness.
“Oh, uhm,” you fumble over your words, “that would just be me. I'm watching a… scary movie.” You look at the ground, too shy to make eye contact.
“You like scary movies? I wouldn't have guessed.” The officer chuckles, eyes scanning you up and down. You realize you're only dressed in a light pink sweatshirt and very short boyshorts, your legs fully exposed. You might as well have been bottomless in front of him. Another flush of red rushes to your face.
“Well,” he continues, “I'd like to let you get back to it, but I'm gonna have to take a quick look around before I go. Just to make sure everything's alright. That okay with you?”
Confusion hits you and your eyebrows furrow in bewilderment.
“Wait, but, don't you need a warrant for that?”
“Not if I have probable cause to search. You know what that is, right?”
“Ye-yes, officer.” You step aside, allowing him to enter your slightly messy apartment.
He walks in slowly, looking around in the darkness. You're too upset to notice him locking the door behind him.
“You can just call me Leon,” he adds. You can tell he probably just wants to get this over with and is trying to be as friendly as possible.
“Thanks, Leon.”
“So, scary movie night? What are you doing watching this all alone?” He halts in front of your TV, a disturbing image left paused on the TV. You sigh, a little more than slightly embarrassed at your love for horror films being outed like this to a complete stranger. Someone who's probably seen much worse images from his line of work. Part of you even feels bad.
“I just felt like it was the right season for it,” you explain, “I didn't realize I'd be such a noise complaint.”
Standing behind Leon, you now notice just how broad and built he is. His fluffy blonde hair is backlit by your movie, golden strands illuminated like a halo. His bulky uniform slightly disguises his full physique, but you can tell his biceps, chest, and arms are huge beneath his tactical gear. You felt a little bad ogling him like this, but you really had nothing better to do.
“Can I check your bedroom?” He asks, turning around to face you. His eyes are pale, staring deep into yours. If his voice was any more sultry, you'd think he was inviting you to sleep with him. You shake your head of the dirty thought.
“Of course.” You amble over to your bedroom, located down the hall of your living space. Opening the door, you step inside.
“ Cute .” He remarks under his breath. You're not entirely sure what he means by that, but you think it might be a compliment. “You live here on your own?”
“Yes, Leon.” You watch him look around your room, eyeing your various wall hangings and knick knacks that decorate your shelves. You feel a sense of dread and hesitation as you watch him scan and study your most private and personal place of refuge. You were a bug under his microscope. What's that saying, if you have nothing to hide you have nothing to fear? You weren't hiding anything that would raise suspicion to a cop, but still your heart was filled with fear.
“Raccoon City can be… dangerous, in some parts. Here's pretty okay, but just a few blocks down, a girl like you could end up in some serious trouble. I hope you're careful.”
You nod your head in agreement. Maybe he was just looking out for you, which, you noted, was his job after all. Still, you felt some sort of threatening presence beneath his words.
“Thank you. Well, everything seems to be in order, then?” You sigh, pleading with him through your eyes. He smiles, starting to walk slowly to your door. You smile back, eager to get back to the second act of your horror flick.
You aren't given much time to react before you hear Leon lock your bedroom door.
His gloved hand covers your mouth, his other holding your body close to his. You collide with him in a blunt push together. He's so strong. You try to shout against his hand, but it only comes out as a muffle.
“You should really know better than to let a stranger into your place at night.” His breath is hot in your ear, the rest of your body going ice cold. He shuffles you over to your bed and pushes you down. It's completely dark except for the lines of moonlight that leak through your blinds. You look up at him, too frozen in fear to make a run for it.
You knew he'd overpower you anyway.
Swiftly reaching for his back pocket, he pulls out a sharp knife and holds it close to your throat, his body leaned over yours.
“Don't even think about running away.”
He quickly makes waste of his vest, dumping it on the floor beside your bed. You lie there staring up at him, shaking.
“Please,” you whisper, still disbelieving what's happening to you, “I won't tell anyone. Just leave me alone.”
“I know you won't.” Leon almost taunts you in how nonchalantly he states this. He climbs on your bed, pinning you down beneath him. You try to turn your head away, but he grabs your face roughly. He shoves two gloved fingers in your mouth, making you choke.
With his other hand, he pulls your shorts and panties to the side. You can't kick him away because he's sitting on your legs.
When he removes his fingers from your mouth, he unzips his uniform pants enough to let his dick spring free. Your eyes widen in shock at its sheer size. Short blonde hairs litter his lower extremity in a neat pattern. His tip is just barely shining with precum. You shut your eyes, trying to will yourself out of existence.
The effort is quickly extinguished as soon as you feel his hand on your pussy, violently rubbing at your clit in a circle. You feel the cold wetness of your own spit mix with the wetness starting to leak from your pussy.
“Fuck!” You cry, feeling your own body betray you. It didn't help that the man attacking you was handsome, strong, and talented with his deft fingers.
You look up as he gets off of you, seeing him line himself up with your entrance. You struggle and thrash but his iron grip on your hips holds you in place.
“Please don't,” you whine, your teary eyes meeting his as they gaze at you darkly through his brown bangs. “I-I-I’m a virgin,” you search for any excuse to keep him out of you.
You feel his tip push upwards, missing your weeping hole and instead prodding at your sensitive clit. The slick of your folds lets him rub himself up and down your pussy slowly with an explicit slick sound. Every time he bumps your clit, your hips jolt and you let out an involuntary moan.
Leon leans down and puts his lips right next to your ear. You can smell his cologne and the slight scent of gunpowder and leather on him.
“Why do I not believe you?” Leon whispers to you.
“Please-” you sob quietly, feeling him slowly stroke himself with your folds.
“Shh, shh. Don't worry. I won't put it in.” Leon moves his face from your ear and looks at you soulfully. You could almost imagine what he'd look like if he had any love in his eyes for you. His sensitive eyes reflect yours, and for a brief moment you feel him stop moving. You catch your breath, the fear slowly starting to lift from your beating heart.
A blinding white pain flashes behind your eyes as you feel like you're getting impaled. You shoot your head downwards and see his thick cock pushing inside of you. You’re silently grateful that your wetness has eased the pain from your walls being stretched by his dick. You can feel him deep in you as he bottoms out, the thick bulbous tip of his dick prodding the edges of your deepest insides.
“Sorry.” Leon grunts low, “Must've slipped.”
His cruelty is punctuated by his heavy breaths that vibrate in your ear. Even though he’s on top of you and inside of you, dominating your shaking body beneath him, he still moans like he’s under your thumb. His sweet voice and heavy breathing makes your core twist in pleasure at the sound. He starts to speed up, slapping his sweaty skin against yours. His bangs are matted down to his forehead with sweat and a delicious red flush has covered his cheeks. His mouth is agape, and he rolls his eyes back in pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Leon huffs. You twist your face, biting your lip almost to the point of drawing blood. You can’t do anything but hold your breath as you take his assault, the feeling of fullness taking over all your senses. You feel him surrounding you, like you’re drowning in him. He’s inside of you, both your body and your mind is flooded with his onslaught. He’s heavy. He weighs on your chest and you feel like you can’t breathe. So you don’t. You just keep holding your breath.
It takes a sharp slap on your cheek for you to finally let go of your breath, and you see his wide eyes gazing into yours. Like he’s staring down at his prey not just as a predator but as someone captivated by what they’ve discovered. It’s like you were precious to him, and he wasn’t going to let you go anywhere. Not now, not after this whole thing was over, not ever. You felt like all of eternity was lasting in this exact moment beneath him.
His hand remains on your cheek, soothing the red hot pain by smoothing your skin down. A thin layer of beaded sweat collects on your forehead, and he wipes it away with his hand. For the first time that night, Leon leans down to give you a kiss on the lips. You close your eyes, trying to let the softness of his lips distract you from the feeling of being split in half where your hips meet. You can feel the bruises on the bottom of your thighs start to form like he’s leaving his fingerprints on you.
When he lifts away from the kiss, a string of spit connects his shiny red lips to yours. You moan as he squishes your cheeks with one hand, irritating the redness where he slapped your face.
“Yeah, you like that?” Leon asks you, his hips starting to stutter. You can tell he’s close to finishing, and you realize the only way to get him off of you quicker is to manually speed up the process. You gyrate your hips, pushing him in deeper and making your vision start to flash white whenever his tip kisses your cervix. Even though the pain is blinding, you continue to move your hips in a way that makes him lose his mind. You can tell he’s getting weaker from how he starts to moan and make a mess of his words.
“Agh- oh, fuck-” he mumbles in between his moans, getting louder and more incoherent. You wrap your ankles around each other, pushing him into you even deeper. In a flash, you feel the band of tension inside of you snap. You involuntarily suck him in, your walls contracting and spasming in a mind-numbing orgasm. You can feel your wetness flood your already full hole, and it doesn’t take long at all for Leon to come to a halt along with you.
You feel him spasm over you, and for a brief moment you’re both silent. His mouth is agape and his eyes roll back as he empties himself inside of you, shoving his seed into your hole with his cock. You whine, high-pitched and on the verge of tears as your senses are completely overstimulated. Finally you feel him pull out of you, leaking cum and your own wetness onto your bed.
Leon stumbles backwards, pulling his pants back up and buckling them closed. He takes a hand and wipes his sweat off his forehead. He looks like a mess. You don’t want to think what you look like, bruised and red and leaking fluids. You remain on the bed, your legs twisted open and your chest heaving.
You look at Leon through heavily-lidded eyes. It’s silent save for your combined hard breathing and the distant sound of police sirens wailing. He has an unreadable expression on his face. Something between pain, ecstasy, and confusion. You can’t really think about what he’s feeling right now because your body is too sore to focus on anything else. So you watch him leave in complete silence, not a word between the two of you.
You hear his boots echo down your hallway, the sound of the heavy door shutting punctuating his exit.
Too tired to move, you close your eyes and try to sleep.