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... happy memories. After a quick shopping spree we went to the nail salon for a pedicure. Throughout the day I noticed Ava was continuously ignoring her phone calls, I could only assume it's Mark calling. Shortly after getting back to my apartment Ava got a text that brought about another crying spell. The text read, "Better get the rest of your shit out of my house soon, or I'll have a bonfire in my backyard". Ava, now distraught, whimpered, "I can't go, I don't want to see him!" I have her a hug and said, "Don't worry, I'll go get your things." With that, I got in my car and drove to Mark's house. I pulled into the driveway and my hands started shaking. I didn't know Mark very well, but I knew what Ava told me. He was very aggressive and because of that, there had been some issues with abuse in the past. He'd get drunk, come home; they'd argue, then he'd beat her. Ava, standing nearly six inches taller than me, couldn't defend herself, so how could I? I got out of the car and Mark is standing on the front porch with a puzzled look on his face. "I'm here for Ava's things." He practically ran off the porch and down the sidewalk to stop me, "No! Tell Ava if she wants her shit she better come get it herself!" "I'm not in the mood, Mark! Get out of my way, I'm here for Ava's things." He grabbed my wrist, and it startled me so I smacked him. Now angry, he gripped both of my arms tight and dragged me into his house. He closed the door behind him and threw me into the wall. In a ...

... desperate attempt to defend myself, I quickly stood up and swung at him again. A nice right hook to the jaw. Astonished that I could be so gutsy, he stumbled back and stared at me for a moment. Scared to death of what might happen next, I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. He slowly walked over to me and grabbed my arms again and pinned them above my head. "You're going to regret that..." he said, breathing down my neck. I tried to push him off, but he only held me tighter as he captured my lips in a violent kiss. In a last ditch effort, I bit his lower lip, causing it to bleed. He let go and stumbled away from me, mumbled a curse word or two, then grabbed my throat and threw me to the ground. He reached over, picked up the duct tape that was sitting on the table by the door, and began taping my wrists behind my back, then he held my head up by my hair a taped over my mouth. Lifting me and throwing me over his shoulder, he carried me to his room and tossed me onto the bed. "Never would've expected something so small to put up such a fight." he said as he pulled off his shirt. He removed my boots and socks then left the room for a moment and returned holding a pair of scissors in his hand, he started cutting off my clothes; my wrap sweater, then my t-shirt, followed by my jeans until I was left with nothing but my grey lace bra and my transparent grey lace panties. Mark stood back, admiring his view for a moment then he removed the rest of his clothes. With me on my ...