Midnight Train to Jail 16 min read

It was an incredibly hot summer. One of the hottest on record. It was bad enough that Suzanne had to leave the office late each day that week, but this night was especially frustrating. The legal meeting on the pending merger was intense and tonight’s dinner meeting uptown didn’t end with any final understanding of a path forward. The taxi strike was just the icing on the cake. As Suzanne sat down in the subway car, she was all but exhausted.
Her long red hair sat on her shoulders, damp with sweat. The heat on the subway seemed even more unbearable than the heat outside. Suzanne looked around the empty subway car. She glanced ahead through the door at the far end of the car and noticed the next car was empty too. Honestly, she wouldn’t have been surprised if the whole train was empty. Alone on a subway after midnight… “Not too smart,” she thought. The good thing was that this was the express train. There were two stops and then a long 20-minute ride with no stops that would drop her at the downtown station right next to the police station. Heck, maybe she could even get some sleep along the way.

At that moment, the train made one of the only two local stops. A middle-aged man slowly stepped onto the train. He had a buzz cut and some grey stubble for a beard. He wore some loose grey sweat pants and a white T-shirt. As the door closed he walked slowly down the center aisle towards Suzanne. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Something seemed …off.

As the doors closed he smiled at her with a very devious grin. Reaching in his pocket he pulled out a long knife. Suzanne’s heart jumped. He turned the knife slowly in the air as he studied her. She was gorgeous. Her body was the perfect mix of an athletic build and soft femininity. He stood there, admiring the results of all of her spin classes and cardio kickboxing. Her white blouse, black skirt, fancy pantyhose with the tiny fishnet pattern, and her expensive red bottom black heels screamed out – business mogul. He reached in his other pocket and pulled out what looked like two sets of handcuffs as he licked his lips in anticipation.

As he walked slowly towards her, Suzanne weighed her options. She screamed loudly for help but nobody was within four subway cars. The man laughed at her fear as he approached. Next, she tried to reason with him…even beg. This just got him excited. Her fear and begging made him tingle with anticipation as he slowly got sexually aroused. Raping was all about power to him…not anything else. He smiled at her and said “Yeah baby. Beg me… just like that. I’m gonna enjoy slipping inside of you. I hope you scream the whole time!”

Suzanne almost started crying but then she pulled herself together. The next stop was only a minute away or so. She had to get past him and get off the train when the doors opened. Otherwise…she would be stuck with him for the 20-minute express ride. She couldn’t imagine what those 20 minutes would look like.

As her assailant got within two feet of her, Suzanne saw her opening. She had taken a few serious self-defense classes. She only remembered a few moves and she had prayed she would never need them. Now, she prayed that she remembered them well enough! When he was almost upon her, she lifted her knee to her chest, flashing the sole of her red-bottomed shoe. Leaning back into her seat and thrusting her foot forward with all of her might, she aimed at his knee. Her foot connected right on the knee cap and slightly to the left. Her sharp heel stabbed him as her shoe hit him directly on the knee. The blow was at just the right angle and with just the right force to hyper-extend his knee. As he tried to avoid the blow he twisted it as well. Ligaments tore as the knee twisted unnaturally. He called out in pain as his knee was torn apart like a bad football injury. He dropped to one knee… the good knee. Suzanne saw her chance! Leaping up out of her seat, she grabbed the bar over her head and lifted both knees to her chest. She seemed to pose momentarily like a gymnast before both feet were thrust forward with ferocious intent. Her attacker saw a flash of scuffed red bottoms as two high-heeled shoes exploded into his face. A tooth and some blood flew out of his mouth as he collapsed. The knife flew to one side and the handcuffs flew the other way. The man was sprawled out on the floor dazed and confused. Blood leaked from his mouth as the train slowed to make its last local stop. Suzanne jumped over him and ran for the door. Two hands grabbed her ankle and she fell as the doors opened. She screamed for help but her voice echoed onto the empty platform. Suzanne looked down the length of her body at her attacker as she lay there with him holding her ankle with both hands. Lust was still in his eyes.

Frantically needing to get away and get off the train, Suzanne shot her free foot down into his face. The red sole of her expensive shoe popped him in the mouth. He didn’t let go of her foot. She angled her foot differently and thrust her foot into his face again. This time, her heel stabbed him forcefully in the forehead. He called out in pain but still didn’t release her. He yanked on her leg and pulled her closer. The door began to close again. Suzanne screamed again in a panic as she kicked again frantically. THUD! THUD! Her shoe made loud noises against his face. Now that she was closer, her kicks connected with more impact. As she lay on the floor of the subway fighting for her life, she stomped at his face again & again. Her heel crashed into his face stabbing and scraping it repeatedly. He called out in pain again as a gash opened on the bridge of his nose. The subway doors started to close.

“NO!” Suzanne screamed. Slowly the train started to move again. Suzanne’s heart started beating faster. Once more she kicked at him with all of her might. This time she tried a more traditional kick instead of the downward thrusts she had been using. The toe of her shoe cracked him across the mouth. She kicked again! Her shoe caught him in the eye. Tiring of this beating and needing to regroup, he finally released his grip. Suzanne scrambled to her feet as her attacker lunged at her again. His shredded knee gave out as he tried to grab her leg once more. She noticed his hobbled collapse as she slipped away from him. At that moment, both of their eyes went to the knife sitting on the floor. Suzanne stood there and had a split second to decide whether to run to the next car or to go for the knife. Her attacker, still on all fours, didn’t pause. He lunged for the knife. Almost solely on instinct, Suzanne moved quickly and as his hand was mere centimeters from the knife handle, she rained down a perfectly aimed stomp. Her stiletto heel landed squarely on the back of his hand, pinning it to the floor like a dead snake. He screamed in agony. Suzanne took his painful reaction as a cue. She did her best to shift every ounce of her weight to that heel. As it sank into his flesh like a torture instrument, she heard a crunching noise and his screams got louder.

Suzanne looked down at the man writhing in pain as her heel crushed his hand. Her would-be rapist… maybe worse. Ever so slightly, her fear started to subside as she was instead filled with extreme rage. She reached out to both sides and grabbed a subway pole in each hand to steady herself. Then, with her heel still firmly pinning her attacker’s hand to the ground, she raised her other foot high in the air. Holding on for balance, she shifted all of her weight to that one stiletto point and listened to him scream in immense pain. He seemed unable to gain any balance or leverage due to his bad knee and the rocking of the train. As the subway car swayed side to side, Suzanne rode his hand beneath her heel. “He won’t be using that hand anytime soon!” she thought.

Suzanne waited for him to look up and expose his face. When he did, she paused for a moment to look down and aim before slamming him with a well-placed stomp. Her foot exploded into his face. He recoiled and then dropped his head to protect himself. Still pinning his hand beneath her weight and still holding the subway poles to use leverage to her advantage, she sent her foot down again. This time it crashed into the back of his head. Her heel gashed his scalp and her shoe sole slammed his face into the floor. Almost before he could recover, her foot cracked him in the head again. Then again. Suzanne’s rage bubbled over as she slammed her high-heeled foot into his head over and over. Her would-be assailant cried out in pain.
Suzanne kept her heel coming down on him like a sharp sledgehammer. Her heel stabbing and scratching at the back of his head. The sole of her shoe repeatedly pounded the back of his head and forced his face into the floor…bouncing it off of the ground each time. He tried to cover up but it was useless. He only had one available hand as the other one was still pinned beneath her crushing weight. Slowly he started to whimper. He tried to maneuver himself to find some form of protection. His options were extremely limited. His only moments of relief were the three or four seconds between each well-placed stomp. He felt defeated…trapped …helpless. All of the feelings that he enjoyed instilling in his victims flooded his senses. He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t take being the victim…losing control. It started to break him. Then, she heard his voice.

“Please…please…stop!” Was this clown serious? He was about to rape her…maybe kill her…now he wanted mercy?

Indeed her attacker sought to find mercy…but all he could find was the harsh reality of Suzanne’s descending foot! Now, instead of intelligible words, all she could hear was his voice in a sort of high-pitched whine. Suzanne kept stomping him mercilessly as he groveled and whimpered at her feet. Her sense of rage slowly started to transition to a sense of vindication.

“Look at you now! You sniveling little bitch!” she hissed.

The would-be rapist continued to whine as he tried in futility to stop the onslaught with his free hand. . Suzanne looked down at her cowering foe “Pathetic!” With that, she switched from stomps to kicks. Swinging her foot back as far as it would go and flinging it wildly into his head. The loud thud of her Louboutin hitting his skull echoed in the empty train car. Still crushing his hand with one foot and holding onto the subway pole for leverage, her violent kicks caused continued loud whimpering from this once scary attacker. Now Suzanne was in complete control of this creep. This was more than he could bear. Everything bout his existence depended on being in control..in power. Now he was the victim! A soft nasally voice pleaded once more for mercy… both from the physical abuse and from the mental dungeon of being abused at the feet of his intended victim.
Suzanne noticed that he seemed to be in some form of mental anguish. It obviously didn’t stop her, but she did find it peculiar. She paused.
“Hey,” she called in a soft gentle voice. The man didn’t move but continued to try his best to cover up. “Hey!” she said slightly louder and with confident authority. The man slowly turned his face to look up at her. When his face was exposed Suzanne forcefully stepped down on the side of his face with her shoe. He squirmed almost frantically but the crippled man could do nothing against her superior leverage.

“No! No! Get your foot off of my face!” He seemed desperate… disgusted more by the disrespect than the violent beating he received or his hand which was still under the piercing, crushing weight of her other heel. Mentally, he couldn’t deal with the fact that she was standing on him… literally STANDING on him with a foot on his face and a foot on his hand. Suzanne noticed he wasn’t moving much so she seized her opportunity. She reached down and grabbed a set of the handcuffs he had dropped. They were laying next to him. Shifting the weight onto his face, she cuffed his free hand to the base of a seat. Pivoting with all of her weight on his hand, she grabbed the other set of cuffs and trapped the ankle of his “good” leg against the base of the seats on the other side of the car. Now he was truly defeated. Bleeding and sprawled across the center aisle, his good leg and arm were cuffed while his other knee was useless and his other hand was all but dead under her foot.

Suzanne ground her shoe sole into his face. “Look at you… you piece of shit!” she seethed with superior vindication in her voice.

“Get off of me bitch! Get off of me or you’ll be sorry!”

Suzanne laughed at his obviously baseless threats. As she laughed he grew more agitated… almost frantic. “And just what are you going to do… big man?” she taunted.

“Stop it!” he cried. “Stop making fun of me!”

Suzanne didn’t know the extent of his mental distress at the situation, but she could tell she was getting to him.

“I said get off of me bitch!!”

Suzanne couldn’t help but find this hysterical. Her fear completely gone, now her vindication mixed with a sense of power and amusement. As he tried to sound menacing as she stood on his face, Suzanne was overwhelmed with the irony of it all. She laughed again and simply shifted more of her weight onto his face in response. “You are right where you belong… with the rest of the filth under my shoe!” He seemed to react to her words as if being stabbed in the heart. Suzanne could see it all clearly now. This would-be tough guy had a problem with being completely out of control. Not only had she turned the tables…not only could she take out her anger and get revenge for all of this man’s victims…she could use the power dynamic to her advantage. Humiliate him… burn this night into his brain as a permanent nightmare..mentally cripple him!

“I’m in control!” she thought. “I’m in CONTROL.”No longer afraid, Suzanne smiled at this realization. “He’s a tormented spirit. He needs power…respect. It’s killing him I’m in control…not afraid… DISRESPECTFUL.” She smiled before continuing her thought, “Good. Let’s see how far I can take this.” She sat down in the nearest seat, resting her crossed feet on his back. Finally releasing his hand but leaving it all but useless.

“Get your feet off of me!” he demanded as if he had any power or control left.

Suzanne’s focus now was to make him as miserable as possible. She reached down and picked up the knife. ”Look at me! she snapped. He lifted his eyes to hers. “I’m in control now fucker!” she said with authority. Placing the knife to his throat she commanded “Don’t move an inch or I’ll kill you!” He had real fear in his eyes now. Then, right in front of his eyes…right in his face… she reached down with her free hand and cupped the heel of her shoe. Slipping her foot out of her heel, she let the shoe fall to the ground. His eyes opened wide, but he dare not move, as she slowly inched her stocking sole towards his face. He smelt her foot first… then he felt the warmth that radiated from it…until finally, he felt the hot, moist sole press firmly against his skin. He wanted to jerk away but the knife against his throat suggested otherwise. As Suzanne firmly placed her newly freed foot on his face she knew she had played a humiliating trump card that he could not withstand. As her hot, sweat-soaked sole warmly pressed into his skin she could almost taste his anguish. For him, with his complex or phobia or whatever you wanted to call it….this…was … unbearable! Suzanne laughed at her humbled enemy as she imagined the heat and sweat and discomfort from the summer night transferring from her foot to his face and taking with it her fear and victimization. Indeed, she took his power. Now she forced her fear on him just as she was forcing her foot sweat into his face. She liked this mental imagery and continued to laugh as she realized…it was true!

He called out in agony. “No! No! Gross! You can’t just…”

Suzanne laughed at him. Indeed she could… and she did! With the knife still against his neck, she slid her foot up and down in his face. Her sweaty fishnets left a gross coat of sweat all over his features. The pressure from her foot caused him pain when it pressed against the bruises or cuts she had given him. She watched him shiver in disgust and humiliation, unable to do anything but let her rub her hot foot in his face. She marveled at herself – the audacity she was showing… the pleasure she was getting from this! She reached down and grabbed him by the hair. Pulling him into her foot she guided his face up and down. Back and forth. He objected with loud noises – part pathetic whimper and part disgusted grunt. She answered his objections with an amused chuckle. “This is awesome!” she thought as she massaged her foot with his face. And to think…there were still about 10 minutes left on this express ride.

The end…maybe.