Her dark fantasies

It was a cold and dark night; clouds obscured the moon and stars, leaving the streets in total darkness. Emily was on her way home from visiting her friend. She was late. It was a work night, which meant she would have to get up early the next day. The rules stated that she must be home before eleven on such a night. It was now ten forty-five. If she had taken her normal route home, she would not be able to make it in time. There was a different way however; a series of short-cuts through dark alley-ways through the backstreets of the neighbourhood. Unlike the brightly-lit city-streets of her normal route, there were no lights in these alleys. Emily walked in nearly complete darkness; unable to see the ground beneath her feet. She wasn’t worried about tripping however, the ground was relatively even. Instead, she was worried about who else could be out in the streets, hidden from her in the darkness. Some of these alleys had an unsavoury reputation. Using this route was breaking another rule; her boyfriend Mike worried for her safety when she was out alone at night. This transgression she could conceal however, unlike being late. Her heart rate – which was already increased from imagined dangers in the darkness – shot up as she imagined what he’d do if he found out.
Emily’s footsteps echoed eerily in the narrow streets. Her worry that Mike would spank her – after finding out she’d disobeyed his rules – was replaced by a new one as she imagined those echoes were the footsteps of someone following her. She looked over her shoulder when she turned the corner into a slightly wider street; but it was too dark to see more than the faint silhouettes of the buildings that surrounded her. When she stopped, and listened to hear whether she could hear anyone behind her, there was only silence. She laughed at her own fear, thinking her imagination was running away with her. In the next narrow alley, she stopped again, but this time the echoing footsteps did not halt as she did. Emily looked around but could not see anyone near. She continued walking, her own steps now echoing those of the stranger. ‘Just because someone is out there, doesn’t mean they’re following you.’ She told herself. The sound came closer and closer and Emily’s fear got the upper hand over her rational thought. She increased her pace, walking faster; but the stranger’s steps increased as well. Coming ever closer. ‘I should run.’ Emily thought. But just then a man embraced her from behind, Emily screamed.
“Be quiet.” A low voice whispered. “If you scream I will have to hurt you.”
Emily froze, too afraid to move or reply.
“That’s better.” The low voice said. “You don’t need to be afraid, I just want to have some fun.” He pulled her coat so roughly that she heard it rip before the buttons popped free. Still Emily was too scared to scream. The stranger’s hands reached for her breasts, squeezing them roughly, pulling and kneading them through the thin fabric of her shirt. “Let’s go somewhere more private.” The man said. He dragged her to the side of the road. There was an opening there, a dark area too small to be an alley, just a narrow corridor between two buildings. Emily started struggling then, but the man was too strong for her. Still, she did not scream. He pushed her against the wall face-first. His hand reached down as he pressed himself against her back. His warm breath was right by her ear as he pulled up her skirt. “This will soon be over.” He whispered.
Adrenaline rushed through Emily’s body and with it came an idea, the split moment decision that saved her. She kicked backwards and up, bending her leg at the knee for a quick upward thrust. The heavy heel of her shoe hit her intended target, the man’s crotch, just below the erection she’d felt him push against her bottom. The man screamed and let go instantly. Emily ran.