***This is a fictional erotic story written by me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. My stories fall under genres such as: “BDSM, non-con, dub-con, reluctance, & consensually non-con.” This is my fantasy, with me playing the character of the prey/sub/victim, not yours. The key word here, is fantasy. I DO NOT encourage or condone failing to obtain proper and excited consent in any real-life situation. In real life, always practice kinks with consent. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. Follow me to keep up to date on all my stories & read my bio for more fun! ☺️***
I should have seen it coming, but it happened so quickly. I had seen the van up ahead, making myself aware of its presence. I returned my attention to my phone; the daylight provided a false security. Plus, this is a public place, not like people with vans can’t be here too. As I strolled through the park, in my own world. I looked up at the banner on my phone when the van door clanked open. The hairs on the back of my neck stood and a shiver shooting up my spine as my instincts quickly snap into play. I begin to turn around, checking my surroundings when a hand covered my mouth and pulled me into the van. My attempts to prevent this just landed me bruising on my chins and knees.