Somewhere not too far away, a young woman dreams. A thick feather duvet tangles about her legs and feet, and her arms struggle to free themselves. Sweat dots her forehead and drips onto her pale pink pillowcase. A curtain of platinum blond hair blankets her pillows, and light blue eyes rest behind closed lids. A soft moan escapes her pale lips, and she tosses her head to one side. Her eyelids begin to flutter, a sign of the dreams within. There is a park in her mind, a large expanse of tall grass, weeping willow trees, and a large lake in its center. A heavy layer of fog coats the still waters and cool grass, and there is a thick blanket of clouds in the sky. She wears a long white gown with thin straps, and her long platinum locks flitter about her shoulders in a light breeze. A content smile graces her face as she idly walks along the water's edge.

Tiiiiiia....
The girl turns.
"H-Hello?" She doesn't recognize the voice, but she is instantly attracted and afraid of it at the same time.
Tiaaaaaaaa...
She whips her body around, her long silken skirts moving about her legs fluidly.
"W-whose there?"
It all feels very horror-flick cliche, and somewhere in the back of her mind she knows it's a dream...but that doesn't stop those tendrils of fear from licking up her spine, leaving gooseflesh in their wake.

A silhouette can barely be seen through the fog, though she can't tell just yet if it is male or female. Clouds of silver part in the person's wake, and as they get closer, she can make out the form of a man. A very tall, wide-shouldered man with dark hair that is slicked back and stops just at his shoulders. One of his hands is tucked inside of the pocket of a pair of pressed black denims. As he nears her, she can also see that he holds a dark-colored cigarette in one hand, and his torso is wrapped in dark blue silk. A sly smirk slashes across his face, and the girl can feel herself shudder.
"Who are you?"
He says nothing, but continues to walk towards her, in a type of slow swagger. He brings that cigarette to his lips, and in another millisecond, he is standing right before her. She blinks as that fog seems to surround them both. He flicks the cigarette away and slides his long arms around her. A slow smile spreads across the girl's face, and she can feel tingles racing across her skin. His mouth lowers to hers, and the kiss is so potent, she swears she might have gone blind. His hands move to encircle her wrists, but she doesn't notice. He presses her against a tree, and still she doesn't notice.

What a lovely dream, the girl thinks as the fog dissipates, the dream evaporates, and she seems to return to reality. She would have stretched her arms and greeted the day with a slow yawn. She would have risen to get out of bed, but she quickly discovers that she can do none of these things. The last vestiges of sleep seem to weigh her limbs down and make it difficult to open her eyes completely. She feels as though she has no energy, no life and no will to even move.

It's as though something has leeched it from her...

"Nnnnngh..." She moans in protest as she feels something press against her body, pinning her to the mattress. Her arms are pinned to her sides, and her legs seem to be spread wide. Her sheer white nightie has been shoved up to her breasts, and it is at this moment when she can finally open her eyes. Her energy seems to be returning to her little bits at a time, and the sight she sees causes a scream to bubble out of her throat. Right there, on top of her, is her dream kisser; pinning her to the mattress and releasing a slow chuckle.
"L-let go of me!"
That's right...scream.... His lips don't move, but she can her his voice inside of her head. Her energy is back in full force, and she begins to thrash, to little avail.
Yes...fight me...

In a matter of seconds, she can feel smooth, hard flesh penetrating her and she screams again. She doesn't know how he got into her apartment, she doesn't know how she didn't feel him pinning her there, and she is highly afraid. Pain rips through her virginal body and she releases another scream. Without warning he begins to pound her ruthlessly, and without remorse. Tears escape her crystalline eyes, and she begins to sob. His teeth latch onto her right breast, and she cries out. It seems to last forever, and after a time, she is merely a lifeless shell laying there and taking it.

They never last long...such a pity. Never can find any real fighters...C'es la vie, The demon thinks to himself as he spills himself inside of her. Rising to his feet, he stares down at her. She is spread-eagled and doesn't move when he lifts himself off of her. Her nightgown had long since been ripped away, and there are several bite-marks marring the pristine skin of her breasts. He'd drawn blood from one, which has created a crimson trail from her breast to the pink sheets below. Between her legs is a pool of seed, sweat, and blood. Dipping his pale fingers into it, he brings them up to her mouth. She flips her head to the other side, but he merely shoves the two digits inside. She cringes, and bats at him weakly, but in the end, simply lays there, swallowing it.

The demon Rape grins, and leaves the room. Once in her living room, he raises his hands and disappears in a cloud of sulfur and smoke. Arriving at his home, in his tower, he walks over to his mini-refrigerator and makes himself a double scotch; with ice, naturally. He then takes a seat at his baby grand piano, grabbing another cigarette. Others would come, of course. Others of his kind, and he would probably greet most of them with cold acceptance. He begins to play, that clove cigarette dangling from his lips, and his eyes staring out of the window.