It was too late on campus and all Catherine wanted to do was go home. She’d not only finished her 1st shift at the Starbucks, but hours more spent working on her Masters in Finance. She was exhausted, it was nearly 9pm, and this day needed to be done. She’d just wrapped up her studying on the third floor of the library and headed to the restroom to pee before she headed out. Tomorrow she could sleep late and maybe feel normal for once. Lately all her life had consisted of was work and school, taking up all her time and one driving her deep into debt and the other doing little to blunt it.

She pushed the door open and she never even saw him, so intent on the booth. Barely three steps in and an arm went around her small waist and his hand covered her mouth, muffling her scream. Whoever he was, he was much, much bigger than her 5’2” frame, lifting her feet off the ground, uselessly kicking in the air as she violently twisted and struggled in his arms. He squeezed her hard, the air forced out of her, but still she fought. She bit his finger, eliciting a grunt and his hand pulled back. Catherine saw the opportunity and started to take it, only pausing to get a breath before screaming. A scream that she never made.

When she had bit him, and inhaled, the man swung hard and slammed her straight into the wall. Her face smashed into it, her nose crunching, crimson exploding beautifully all over her face. Catherine stood briefly, before collapsing, smacking her head on the floor, barely conscious and with no control over her body. She simply moaned, spitting up some, suddenly nauseous under the now crushing weight of the lights, her hands and arms and legs no longer responding to her.

The man stood over her, blocking out the cruel lights making her sick, but not out of concern for her. He reached down, grabbed her long brown hair, and dragged her by it over to the stall. She moaned through a concussed haze as he lifted her up, shoving her head in the toilet, putting the seat on the back of her head and neck. She numbly felt him kick apart her legs as she puked into the toilet, everything spinning, unable to grasp the severity of her situation due to the head trauma. Bright red drops exploded in the bile filed water as she heard more than felt her panties ripped off her, her skirt hiked up over her ass. Then his weight over her.

“I’m sorry for this cunt, I just can’t help myself,” she heard him say, though there was no emotion or sadness in his voice. He didn’t care. She did, she started to scream as he pressed against her pussy. Catherine was single, too busy for dating right now, and not on birth control. He cut her screams short as he shoved into her, pushing her body down hard into the toilet, shoving her head under the small amount of water. It was cold, numbing on her face, inches of water yet it was an ocean to her now, as she screamed into it. He thrust into her violently, jabbing at her, a thumb forcing itself deep in her ass. She thrashed as best she could, trying to get air, finally pulling the handle, flushing it, giving her precious air.

“I didn’t say you could breathe,” the man said, raining blows on her back, her kidneys as he grunted, slamming her against the dead porcelain. Catherine sobbed, body convulsing under the pain, the water rising over her nose, trying to flush the toilet again. He pulled her arm back, fucking harder and harder, her body bruising against the unyielding toilet, smashing her face down, making the water pink again and filled with her bubbles. His body tensed, ramming her brutally in her cervix, hearing her sob even under the water as she thought to herself, “I just wanted to go home.” Then he flooded her womb even as nearly ice cold toilet water flooded her lungs. He watched down at Catherine as she struggled with only one thought on his mind.

Should he flush the toilet or watch her beautiful struggle. The man smiled as he made his decision.