Disclaimer: I do not condone rape or violence against women. This is merely a fantasy. Feel free to reproduce, so long as I get credit.
It is a late summer night. I have been creeping around outside your house for weeks, watching you, learning your every move, figuring out your routines. I know you live alone, and that your nearest neighbor is almost a mile away--the "joys" of country living, indeed. Perched in a tree mere feet from your door, I wait patiently. Tonight is the night.
I look at the Indiglo display on my watch-11:35. Almost like clockwork, I see a series of lights turning off, left to right, as you make your way to your bathroom. You do your business in there, and moments later, The house is dark, save for the light from your bedroom television set.
I wait precisely three minutes, then hop down from my branch. I silently make my way to the back door of your house, where I stop, and remove an item from my backpack. I gently rap on the door, and toss a raw steak through the doggie door. Seconds later, I hear a deep growling, followed by the sound of a rather large dog enjoying a steak. Five minutes and twelve seconds later, I open the door, knowing that you keep it unlocked, because Duffy sleeps there. I guess you never counted on a drugged treat being tossed in. That dog won't wake up for at least 12 hours--I can be kind when I want to, and he had done me no harm...merely an obstacle to be overcome. I step over his large, slumbering body, and begin my quest.
Creeping stealthily through your hall, I come at last to your doorway. I remove my next two items: a pair of real handcuffs and a gun. Though you'll never know it, the gun is empty.
I drop to the floor, and take in the scene. There you are, lying naked in your bed. Because you have a bit of a bondage fetish, your left arm has already been tied securely to the bannister, as have both your legs (spread, of course). On the television is what appears to be a rather old porn, looks like late 70s (Is that Kay Parker? I can never tell). Your one free hand lies between your spread legs, slowly rubbing circles on your sparsely haired vagina.
I take a deep breath. This is it. This is the moment I have been planning for weeks.
I first met you as you were coming out of an adult bookstore, and I was coming in. Our eyes met as you were pulling the receipt out of the bag. I smiled at you, said hello. You ignored me.
As fate would have it, I ran into you later that same day at a coffee shop down the road. I asked you if you minded me joining you. You declined, saying that you were "meeting someone" there. I waited and watched you for an hour while I ate my food--no one ever showed. You lied to me.Was it that you weren't interested in me, or were you perhaps ashamed that I saw you exiting a porno shop with a large bag of goodies? I guess I'll never know.
I don't like being lied to...as you're about to find out.
With my ski mask firmly in place, I bolt inside, gripping your right arm in one fast motion, and slapping it into the handcuffs. Before you know it, you are completely restrained...mostly by yourself.
I stand on the side of your bed, looking at you, admiring your delicate, beautiful body. You are a little larger than I expected, not the perfect 36-24-36 type of Playboy model. I don't mind...I actually prefer my women to have a bit more substance to them. Your large, supple breasts are heaving in terror, the terror I can see spelled out across your face. That in and of itself is almost attractive.
Your green eyes are opened wide in fear..."Please...don't hurt me," you stammer. "Take anything you want, just don't hurt me..."
I take your lovely face in my hand, and place a soft, gentle kiss on your cheek. You pull away in disgust. So my next movement is a swift backhand to your exposed cheek. When you turn back to face me, you are, pardon the cliche, looking down the barrel of a gun.
That took the fight out of you. "Do what you will," you submit dejectedly," just please, don't kill me."
