The door opened slowly, I was greeted by the familiar vanilla scent of my apartment. Normally, it was warm when I entered from the cold streets, but today a chill settled in my bones as I kicked off my boots. An odd silence lingered, for I couldn't make out the familiar silence of the refrigerator. My cold fingers fumbled with the light switch, but the flicker never came. I cursed under my breath, immediately recognizing the power outage. Typically, the first snow fall meant no heat or lights for two days. This year was obviously no exception. Of course my phone had to die on the subway ride home. I was busy texting my friend and telling her about the creepy men smirking at me the entire ride. The cold didn't help, and my battery sucked sooner than it may have on a hot summer day.
I tugged the red hat from my head and it dropped to the ground. My blonde hair stood up due to static. The entire city was eerily quiet. Suddenly, it felt as if the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. My small feet shuffled into the kitchen as I searched for a heavier coat. Eventually, I gave up and returned to the bedroom.
My leggings fell from my toned legs and pooled at my feet. The summer glow was officially gone from my skin. I stared at myself in the mirror. My green eyes looked up and down my body. Every morning I ran at least 6 miles a day, and it showed in my body. My motto always was healthy body healthy mind. Unfortunately, I was not as happy with my breasts as I was with my ass. Squats helped the booty grow, but nothing would save these B cups.
My frozen fingers struggled to unbutton my blouse, but the rest of my body froze when I heard a noise. Footsteps in the kitchen. My mind immediately started to race. Here I was standing in pink panties and a white blouse; my feet frozen to the floor. I had no phone to call the cops. There was no closet to hide in, in my shoebox of an apartment. In the reflection of my mirror stood a man. His broad shoulders seemed to take up the entire doorway. His devilish smirk made my blood run cold.
A whistle emitted his pursed lips. "What do we have here little missy?" A thick country accent escaped his lips as he slowly made his way towards me.
All I could hear were his footsteps. I was death to the words he spoke because my pulse echoed in my ears. His calloused fingers brushed my shoulder. A shiver ran down my spine. His finger traveled down my arm and back up. I was frozen, but he was not. Quickly, he was pulling my shoulders in front of him. His brown eyes twinkled with a desire I had never witnessed before. My thighs heated up as soon as his finger brushed my collarbone.
"I was just looking for a warm bed, but you look so much more inviting." He whispered.
My lips were suddenly chapped and I spoke in a broken scared voice. "Pl—please—don—don't—kill me."
"Sweet heart I wouldn't dream of it." He whispered once more.
"Ple—please—I'll do anything—do you want money—I have money—please." I begged.
"Anything?" His smirk grew.
