I was lured into a sex dungeon while grocery shopping.

Back in the 90s, I was in college and living in a small studio apartment a few blocks away from campus. I didn't have a car, because I used to get motion sickness even as a grown adult, so I would walk to and from everywhere or ride a bike. <br><br>I typically walked to the local mall every weekend because it had a grocery store, so I could buy food for the week. It was a pretty normal mall, and not very big. I would go straight into the grocery store and then leave and walk back home. I did this for two years without ever encountering any issues. <br><br>One day, as I was leaving the mall with groceries, a man approached me and said, "You dropped something." I looked at him and saw that he was holding a $20 bill. I told him that I hadn't dropped anything and he insisted that I did. I, being stupid, stuck my hand out to take the $20 from him and he grabbed it. <br><br>Now, I've had guys hit on me before, but this one was different. He was probably about 40-45 and seemed nice enough. I'd never seen him around campus or town, but I didn't really hang out anywhere other than class, work, and home. So, he holds my hand with a smile and asks if I'd like to come over to his place and watch a movie? <br><br>Let me tell you, I was 20 years old at the time, so I was an idiot. I said yes. He asked if I needed to take my groceries home...and this is where it gets weird. I lived in a small studio apartment and didn't have a full-sized refrigerator, so my food would spoil quickly if I left it out for too long. <br><br>He said that he lived close by and that we would be back in only a couple of hours. Against my better judgment, I agreed again and we walked towards his car. We drove to a neighborhood that was about a mile away and he parked in the driveway of his 2-story house. I didn't notice it at the time, but the house was in the middle of the block, with a tall fence on one side that went from the front of the house to the back. The fence was about 6 feet tall. <br><br>We walked inside the house, I put my groceries down and he offered me a drink. I said I would have a Coke and he said he didn't have any. I told him that I would just drink water then. I was sitting on the couch in the living room and he walked into what I thought was the kitchen, but it was a doorway to the basement. <br><br>He yelled from the other room that I should come downstairs. I thought that was a bit strange, but remember, I'm a dumb college student. So I walked down the stairs and there was a room with a big leather couch in it. He walked out of the doorway to my right, holding a hooker-type dress. "Here, put this on," he said. <br><br>Now, I know what you're thinking...why the hell didn't I run away from this creep? The truth is, I was just frozen in place. I didn't know what to do. So I just stood there, frozen like a statue. He put the dress down on the couch, walked over to me, and pushed me onto the couch. <br><br>Then he held my arms to my sides and kissed me. I shook my head and told him "no" and he said that I "had" to do what he said. So I did the only thing that I could think of. I threw up all over his face. It was so violent that it went all the way down his front. <br><br>He released my arms and started to wipe the puke from his face. I took off up the stairs and out the front door. I didn't stop running until I got to my apartment. I locked the door, called my mom and cried. My mom told me to call the police, but I didn't. I didn't want to ruin this guy's life over some sick fetish. I never went to the mall again and moved out of town after I graduated.