I take a deep breath, and sink into my brand-new silken bedsheets. After an exhausting day of moving boxes up to my new dorm, I was aching to lay my head down and relax. Plus, the unfamiliarity of this space was beginning to be too much for me to bear. The cramped, paint-chipped walls were a stark contrast from the ones in my bedroom back home.

I get up to quickly strip down to my panties. I then get comfortable under the covers, letting my body absorb the warmth of the blankets. They say the first night is always the hardest. The nerves, excitement and adrenaline mix into a sickeningly overwhelming cocktail, and everyone will react to it differently. For me, this bundle of emotion means exhaustion and isolation. I’ve never been the social type, and going out to party tonight would be my worst nightmare. Here, lying in the dark, I have to come to terms with the fact that adulthood has arrived, and I have to make peace with it, or it might just eat me alive.

Just as I’m feeling myself drift off, I hear a sharp creak in the wooden floorboards. I turn over, and disregard it. Loud noise and I will have to learn to coexist if I’m going to survive dorm life. But then there’s a second one. And a third. It’s clear someone is walking toward my door- carefully and tactfully. I hug my fuzzy throw pillow tighter.

It must be my RA. She’s probably checking our rooms for booze again.

As soon as the door was pushed open, swiftly and forcefully, I knew I was in deep, deep trouble.

A shadowy figure rips the blankets from me, forcing the cool air against my skin. Before I can let out a scream, a strong, massive hand covers my mouth.

“Everyone has gone out tonight. I don’t care if you cry, yell, or spit in my face. That won’t change what I’m about to do you. However, I won’t tolerate disrespect.”

I wriggle, desperately trying to break free from the culprit’s iron grip. He leans forward, and whispers, making my blood run cold.

“I said, I don’t tolerate disrespect, little one. If I see another act of defiance, you will deeply regret it.”

I couldn’t help but let out a pained sob. The man flips me onto my back, exposing my breasts. He gets on top of me, and I can barely move under his weight. Hot tears stream down my face when his hands fully cover my chest, hardening my nipples. That’s never happened, before.

“The little tits need some attention, don’t they?”

He slaps my right breast. I let out a cry.

“Don’t they?”

“Y-yes…” I stammer.

“Yes, Sir is how you address me from now on.”

As he roughly squeezes each tit, he brings his face down to mine. I can feel his soft beard tickle my chin, and his lips grazing mine.

“I bet you wonder who I am. Well, sweet thing, I’m a man who likes to watch all the young girls get ready for their first day of college. I stand back as they put up their things, say goodbye to their parents, and get ready for their first year away from home. Then, I spot a little mouse like you who won’t put up a fight, and I take whichever holes I wish. Tonight, you’re mine, little one.”

Laying here, in the dark of my new dorm room, with a man I’ve never met, I have to come to terms with the fact that adulthood has arrived. Brutally, forcefully, unabashedly- and I will never get back what it’s taken from me.