"Is your husband working graveyards again Carly?" Serina asked tipping her head towards the front door of the corner pub. Carly nodded her confirmation and straightened the umbrella in front of her to by-pass the flexing wind. It had been a long day. Thanks to her assistant, Serina, she was only half-mad with exhaustion. As it stood, she still had six more clients who needed their drawings readied by Friday. Her work as an interior design architect was fulfilling; but the stress of success was getting to her. It wouldn't be long and she would need to take on a partner.
"Yes, but I'm in no mood for happy hour," she replied, "even if it is Friday." She hadn't seen her husband Cory in six days. As a surgical intern, he was rarely around and when he was, he slept the sleep of the dead. She couldn't remember the last time they had just had dinner. Good thing he only had five months left, she wasn't sure she remembered what he looked like.
Let alone tasted like.
After the cab finally let Serina off at her condo; Carly breathed a sigh of relief. Cory would be home just after midnight and she had a little time to bathe and relax before then.
"That'll be $38.56 mam," said the driver.
"Here you go Max, keep the change," she replied and handed him a fifty dollar bill.
"I haven't seen one of these in years," he replied smiling. "When did you say your car will be fixed?"
"On Tuesday, they said," she replied as she grabbed her computer bag, purse and three drawing tubes all while trying to balance her umbrella with her right hand.
"Want me to get out and help you?" he half asked her eyeing the worsening storm.
"Na -- I've got it," she replied, "no need for you to get drenched too.
Thank god for the porch.
They had just finished construction of the ranch style home not a month before and the large covered porch had been god send. She let loose of the drawing tubes on the bench outside the front door and fumbled in her handbag for the keys. The porch light flickered on and the off again.
There must be a short. I'll have to have Jared take a look at that.
At nearly half passed eight o'clock; it was growing dark outside, but there was still barely enough light pouring off of the street lamp that she could make out the shimmer of her house keys in the side pocket of her bag.
I should have gone with the keypad entry.
She knew her husband was right about that. Digging for keys was her new hobby and it was growing tiresome.
"Fuck me running!" she shouted out loud, over the angry growl of thunder and flash of lightening. She threw her purse down on the concrete porch and dug her nails into her hips in rage. A thunder clap startled her and she began to shake. "I can't fucking believe this!" she mumbled under her breath.
The thunder had disguised the footsteps inching up behind her. She instantly felt the breath on the back of her neck and felt the arms encompass her. Panic rose in her stomach and she tensed. She searched her mind for a remedy, but found none. There was no weapon to be had, nothing to defend herself with, save the house keys still stuck in the door lock. The alarm system had been installed but not armed yet. Her husband would be so mad at her.
"Don't scream and I won't hurt you," he said, obviously disguising his voice. She sized him up as best she could from what she felt at her back. He inched his arm around her neck and over her collar bone and breast area and pulled her tighter. He was tall, probably six feet three or so; he was muscular and was wearing work boots, jeans, a black jacket and a black ski mask.
"Open the door," he commanded sending chills of terror down her spine. She fumbled with the keys as if to stall.
"My key isn't working, that's why I couldn't get in" she replied.
"Try it again," he said sending the aroma of peppermint into the air. Hot breath whispered into her ear, "Let me have those keys."
She attempted to turn around, to run, to do anything, to struggle against what she knew was happening but found herself paralyzed instead. Her hands were shaking now, violently and she could barely stand up.
"I said I wouldn't hurt you," he grunted and grabbed the keys from her hand. Somehow he managed to find the right one and pushed the door open, keys still intact in the lock. He motioned for her to walk through the threshold. When she attempted to turn on a light, he squeezed her arm and said, "Don't."
"Take me to your room", he commanded calmly.
"My husband will be home soon and my dog will make a lot of noise," she ventured sheepishly as he walked her down the hallway towards her room.
"Your husband won't be home for hours and your chihuahua is in the backyard hiding in his house. I doubt he will cause me any problems or be heard over this thunder." Terror constricted her lungs.
He's been watching me.
"What do you intend to do with me?"
"What would you like me to do with you?" he asked running his hand down the length of her arm and lavishing her neck with bites and licks. Warmth pooled between her legs as her body betrayed her and she instinctively clenched them together. A thunder clap raced her back to reality and the lights flickered. No doubt they would go out and she conspired in her head any chance she may have to break away and run.
He kicked her bedroom door open and flung them both inside. Immediately her eyes caught sight of her bed and she cringed and began shaking again. "Please, please," she begged, "my family has money. I can get you whatever you want."
"I don't want your money," he said sarcastically and threw her atop her bed. She rolled to face him and sat up on the edge of the bed as the lights flickered out. Darkness enveloped her and she struggled to adjust her eyes. All she could hear was the pounding of her heart and breathing; and -- a zipper being undone.
"I have a gun," she stated to the silent room, her voice shaking. Tears began to well up in her eyes and were soon replaced with a rage she had never known.
"As do I," he chuckled pressing his erection into her chest and grabbing her about the shoulders.
She began to cry audibly and her shoulders shook.
"Stop it. I told you I wouldn't hurt you," he whispered into the dark and disappeared momentarily.
Calm yourself. You have to make it out of this alive. Remember everything about him. He is tall, he is muscular, he is white it sounds like. He is circumcised from the feel of his cock and he has large hands.
Candlelight interrupted the darkness and illuminated the room.
He is certainly prepared.
