Late one evening I was sleeping, very soundly, and I hate the bed when you're not in it. The sound of the door opening doesn't wake me up anymore, because I know you're the only one that has a key. But the things I knew didn't matter - because when your hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me from the bed, my heart sunk.
I let out a scream, my arms flailing pointlessly, because within moments you had me pinned to the wall so roughly it knocked the wind out of me. I was sure it was you-pretty sure... I could smell you, I could feel you - I know you. But something in my head just refused to let that comfort me and know that I was safe. So my lungs hitched, my body trembled, and you held my throat so tightly my face was flushing red.
Without effort, you spun me around, and used your belt to tie my hands. We both know you're much stronger than me, you didn't even have try and you easily overpowered me. I was still struggling; not as fully as I could be, but I was thrashing and whining, begging and crying; but, not kicking, because the back of my head I knew it was you... and I knew how furious you'd be if it were you... And because I knew it was you, I just knew... At least, I was SURE of it.
When my hands were secure, and my face was pressed hard to the white wall, your hands started to trail down my neck then back. "If you speak, or move, you'll regret it." your voice a low growl - but YOUR voice, I knew it was yours, but it still sent shivers through my spine. I didn't answer you... I was too terrified, I didn't even nod, because I knew better.