On Monday, she came home. What Carrie hadn't expected was the police car at the front entranceway. She parked her own car and ran up the front path, turned the door handle then promptly crashed into the unyielding wooden door.
Damn!"
Hey you lot, open up in there. I'm home!" She banged on the door with her fists.
It swung open and Carrie found herself staring down the barrel of a gun, its hole loomed larger than its owner.
"What the hell's going..."
"State your name and address lady."
"I'm Carrie and this is my house. What the hell is going on?" She stepped forward, pushed the gun aside then stood with her hands on her hips staring at the young police officer.
"Put your hands up!" he yelled. Automatically Carrie obeyed, holding them high above her head.
"Now back up to the wall," he ordered. She didn't argue, especially as his tone brooked no messing with. Her back touched the wall.
"Turn around, keep your hands above your head. Spread your legs." The steel grey gun shook slightly as he barked out the orders.
Carrie did as she was told. "Where are my kids?"
"There's no one here." One hand held the gun steady as his free hand felt along her back. It moved around her waist and splayed across her stomach. He moved it higher, checking for weapons between her breasts. He nearly groaned as his hand brushed over one very aroused nipple; she allowed herself an inward smile.
"I don't have any weapons on me."
"Shut up. I'm checking."
"Oh come on. I don't have anything!"
His hand squeezed her breast.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Checking, now shut up or I'll make you." His growl in her ear sent a chilling shiver down her backbone. His hand moved to the other breast, squeezed it hard until she gasped then bent her body forward. Unfortunately for her, her arse backed into his groin. She was left in no doubt as to the state of his arousal. Quickly she straightened.
"Oh noticed that did you? You're going to feel it soon."
"Get off me you, you...."
His cruel laugh along with the cold metal gun poking into the back of her neck froze her to the spot.
"Come with me." He pulled her back against him, then pushed her over the back of the couch. She couldn't move but managed to gasp as she felt her skirt being lifted and the gun barrel rubbed along the skin at the top of her thong.
"Oh god, please leave me alone. Please let me go." Her muffled voice only spurred him on.