It was a dark, stormy night. The rain was coming down in moderate amounts but the unrelenting wind made it seem as if it were raining much harder. Lightning flashed brightly every few moments and a sharp crackling sound of thunder followed immediately. Car alarms went off due to the intensity of the storm, and the lights from the street lamps did little to brighten the dark neighborhood.
On this night, Jillian had promised to meet her mother for dinner, but the storm-watch warning issued by the local news changed both of their minds. Instead, Jillian accepted the heavy storm with a relief because she did not want to see her mother. They had had a falling out soon after Jillian moved out of the house, all the while screaming that she couldn't take her mother or her parasitic boyfriend.
Jillian exited her bathroom in a knee-high, white bathrobe, letting all the steam pour out. She always loved a hot shower before eating dinner. There was some leftover lasagna from the night before, and though she disliked eating the same food two days in a row, she had nothing else to eat. She walked into the kitchen, pulled out the cold lasagna and put it into the microwave. After having set the time, Jillian walked over to the kitchen window and peered out through the blinds to see if the storm was letting up; the storm looked worse.
Jillian, seeing the reflection of her face in the dark window, wondered why she was single. She thought of herself as an attractive young woman. All her lovers had told her that she was pretty, and that her innocent character had added an adorable quality to her personality. At age twenty-four, she possessed a toned and tanned body, with flowing, shiny, light brown hair falling towards the middle of her back. By society standards, she was average in height, standing at 5' 6". She knew all too well how men, and women alike, reacted to the sight of her body. Jillian's smooth, long neck connected to her shoulders, which were round and slender. Her breasts were not so large that it looked disproportional to her body, but large enough to be proud of. Her flat stomach surrounded by slim waists met with flaring hips, signifying her relative ease for childbearing. Her butt, which she thought was her best attribute, was round and firm, but not too wide. She did not like her legs so much, wishing that they were longer, but she remembered hearing someone tell her that if it weren't for her legs, her "ass wouldn't look so damn fine." So, she let herself believe that her legs weren't so ugly after all.
A beep from the microwave alerted and reminded her that it was time to eat. Jillian took one last scrutinizing look at her image and walked back to the microwave. Before reaching out to take out the lasagna, she heard a shattering sound of glass directly overhead. She almost missed it because of the thunder, but her sharp sense of hearing picked it up. "That sound is coming from my room," she thought to herself. A quick wave of panic swept over her. The one thing she hated about living alone was just that, she was alone. Jillian opened a drawer and reached for a small knife. A bigger knife was lying next to it so she grabbed that instead. She didn't think it was an intruder, but perhaps a flying branch that crashed in through her bedroom window, and it was very much possible what with the storm and all.
Feeling better about her conclusion but still a bit shaken, Jillian warily walked up the stairs with the knife in hand. Her bedroom door was slightly ajar, but it always was. Once reaching the door, she slowly pushed. Wind blew out of the room, and her window blinds were flapping noisily. With a flash of lightning, she saw shattered glass pieces on the carpet floor near the window, and next to her bed was a short, thick branch. Jillian released an inaudible sigh and remained standing at the entrance of her bedroom, berating herself for being so easily scared.
Not wanting more rain to come in Jillian acted quickly. She crossed her bedroom, placed the knife on the bed, picked up the branch, and while carefully watching her steps, crept closer to the window and threw the branch outside. She jumped back away from the glass and headed for the hallway closet to take out several towels and a vacuum cleaner. After fetching both, she walked back into her bedroom and placed the machine by the wall near an outlet and the towels on the bed.
At the exact moment when Jillian realized her knife was missing, a strong left hand grabbed and covered her mouth, pulling her toward the intruder's body. The kitchen knife was now at her neck and in the hands of the aggressor. She was too shocked by the sudden change of events that her mind couldn't even register what just happened. She felt the water on the intruder's wet clothes permeate through her bathrobe. A man spoke out softly into her right ear, "Don't even think about trying to get away. I swear I'll cut your pretty little throat." It was then that she realized the grave situation she was in. Jillian began to cry, but the sounds of her sobs were muffled by the intruder's bare, wet hand.
"Do you know what I came for?" said the man, again directly into her right ear. Jillian was terrified and was only able to cry. Receiving no response, the stranger calmly repeated the question, pushing the blade of the knife harder into her neck. This forced an answer out of her and she squeaked out, "No!"
"I've come for only one thing," whispered the intruder. "Pleasure."
The full blast of what the intruder meant hit Jillian hard, as if someone kicked her in the guts. She tried to squirm out of her assailant's hold, not caring if the knife cut into her neck. Being robbed of material possession is one thing, but getting raped is on a whole other level. The kitchen knife did in fact cut into her smooth skin, which was now dappled with sweat beads, but the intruder's grip proved too strong for her to escape from. Jillian refused to give up, however, and clawed at his face behind her while using her feet to stomp and kick at his legs.
The man let go of her mouth, but she still could not simply run off because the pain in her neck told her that the knife was getting dangerously close to vital areas. The intruder's left arm wrapped around her waist, raised her fast into the air and slammed her down to the floor. Jillian landed hard on her back and all the air in her lungs left her. She rolled around on the carpet, desperately trying to breathe in air. The intruder sheathed the knife into his belt and grabbed both her ankles and began to drag her out into the hallway. She tried to hold onto something and even tried to yell out in between her gasps, but all of that was useless. The sounds of lightning were far too loud for any neighbors to hear her cry.
As the intruder dragged her along across the hallway to another bedroom at the end of the hall, Jillian's bathrobe hiked up above her waist, exposing her womanhood. At the entrance to the room, she regained her breath and grabbed ahold of the doorway with both hands, which stopped the intruder's movement. A single strong pull from her ankles lifted Jillian into the air and, for a moment, she stayed up, but her grip failed and she came slamming back to the floor. She slipped entirely out of the bathrobe and was once again breathless from landing on her side.
In the far corner of the room lay a single mattress. The intruder hoisted her up as if she weighed nothing and threw her on it. Jillian bounced once and her head hit the wall hard. Her vision wavered and ears rang. She tried to roll up into a fetal position against the corner, but the intruder grabbed both her ankles again and pulled her toward him, laying her flat on her back. Her legs were forcefully placed at his sides and he bent over her. She swung at him trying to hit him in the face, but after losing strength from struggling and still quite breathless, the strike did not amount to much. The intruder responded with a laugh, grabbed both her arms, and lifted it above her head. He used one hand to pin both her arms down and his other hand to hold himself up.
Jillian tried to wiggle out of the grip, though she knew it was pointless, but she had to try and free herself. Her useless effort seemed only to fuel the intruder and delight him. He lowered his mouth onto her left nipple and the warm sensation shot through her body. This triggered her inner primal strength and with a roar, she broke out of his hold and clawed at his face. The man took her beating but did not get up for he knew that if he did, she would have a chance of running away. There was no way she could outrun him, but it would only make things more difficult. The intruder pulled out the knife tucked into his belt and, using the butt of the knife, dealt a heavy blow to the side of Jillian's skull. She didn't black out completely, but the damage was enough that she lost her strength and the intruder resumed his hold over her.
