For my friend, Danni.
Danielle was a bright, young woman, about twenty four years in age. She had medium blonde hair, cut about shoulder length. She had the most stunning pair of blue eyes in town. She was from a town in Massachusetts called Middleboro, nothing special about it. Danielle was about five foot four inches tall, perfectly slim waist, beautiful womanly curves, with a small C cup.
One night, Danielle came home from work late. A nasty New England storm had knocked down a bunch of trees on her route home. So she didn't get in until about ten o'clock. She unlocked the door and stepped into her apartment. She was living on the bottom floor of a triple deck apartment building. She lived alone in her one bedroom apartment, it was small, but she was going to be in the Navy soon, on a nuclear submarine, so she didn't care too much about her current living conditions.
As Danielle walked into her living room, she flipped the light switch on, "Shit!" she said to the darkness, "The power's out." Danielle often talked to herself when no one was listening, it helped her think. The problem was that someone was listening, and she wasn't alone.
Danielle walked into the kitchen and got herself the ingredient to make a sandwich. She lit a candle that she kept on her kitchen table and proceeded to make her sandwich.
When she finished she took her sandwich and her candle into her bedroom, planning to read a little before candle light before falling asleep. She walked into her bedroom and approached her bed when suddenly someone grabbed her from behind. Placing a hand over her mouth and a knife to her neck, he shushed her and said, "Don't scream my little one, this will all be over soon."
Fuck she thought, but it was too late she'd all ready gone numb. Little one was Danielle's trigger, it sparked something in her brain that sent her into a state of total submission. How did he know that word? She heard him speaking, but her conscious reasoning couldn't comprehend the words. She was technically moving strictly subconsciously.
