Vince ignored me and kept kissing all over my face. I shoved him hard but he got on top of me, pinning me down.

“I said stop.â€? I moaned, punching him but he punched me back and I gasped loudly. His foot kicked down one of my legs and started forcing the other up. He ripped my long dress in the process with his rough hands and then pinned down my wrists.

“Too late.â€? Vince whispered, pulling out a Trojan. I fought against him as hard as I could but he pushed his body down on top of me and there was no use. He was way stronger so he would have his way.

Vince was gasping loudly in my ear as we did it. And it wasn’t nice like they make it in the movies. It was torturous and Vince was all in charge. Gone was his football player status as the cool, nice, rich guy. He was now someone completely different and I didn’t like it at all. Of course, it was hard to understand much; I was too drunk. One thing didn’t make sense though. I had only had one drink.

A clear one … that Vince had given me.