She stood in the bathroom, examining her body in the mirror, criticising every visible flaw, cursing at the old scars of her childhood abuse. She remembered how much she had paid in physical and mental therapy to attempt to restore her mind and body, the scars only recently healing and leaving a reminder on her life for good. She didn't have a steady man in her life, happy to flit between them so to avoid the many questions, whilst also advancing quickly in her career. That was until now; her ideal man had walked into her life. He was tall, handsome and the catch that all her friends had cursed her for. As she tied her silk robe around her waist, she wondered if she would be receiving his company on this perfect evening.
Dressed head to toe in black, he stalked the streets looking for an easy target. He had never considered himself a sexual predator, just a man on a mission to fulfil his sexual desires. Finally he came upon the house, a sole female occupant in an isolated property. She was the easiest prey on the street, and as he approached the house he considered what he would take home as a keepsake. A necklace? Lingerie? A strand of her beautiful golden hair? He rounded the back of the property, pulling on his balaclava before entering through the unlocked back door. As he walked in, he found the power board and cut the power to the property, sending the world into darkness.
She stumbled around the bathroom, unable to see through the black abyss as she fumbled for the light switch. Surely she couldn't have a power outage right now on this perfectly clear night? The next sound she heard came from downstairs, fumbling around her kitchen and living room. Her entire body seized and she sunk into the corner of the room, terrified to leave in case he found her. Crawling on her hands and knees, she shuffled towards the bedroom, silent as possible, hoping he wouldn't hear.
Losing her bearings, she found her head hitting the hallway table, sending a vase crashing to the ground. Moments following the impact, she heard footsteps hurrying up the stairs. In a panic, she tried to flee.
He moved quickly, hearing her attempting to dash down the hallway towards where her bedroom was. As he heading down the corridor his hands found her body as she collapsed to the ground. He grabbed her luscious locks and pulled her to her feet and her body close to his, so she could feel his breath against her skin.