A girl returns home to her apartment after seeing college friends.
It's dark outside already and cold. As she opens the door and flips the light switch... nothing. Just darkness broken by the dull beams of the streetlight through her blinds.
She thinks nothing of it and fumbles her way across the lounge to get to the fuse box.
As her hand touches the back of the chair, she is suddenly jolted into it and held there. Pure fear has her locked still.
She can't move and all her senses come to life as her sight is useless in the dark room.
She can feel a tall strong man pressed right up behind her and a strong arm holding her head down into the seat of the chair. She can smell him, he's wearing leather gloves and jacket and she can hear him breathing heavily.
She doesn't know if she's being robbed or murdered she just breathes shallow and quiet and waits for her body to work again. The man with his other hand starts sliding it slowly up under her jumper and traces her spine with his fingers.
His leather hands are warm. How long has he been in here? He trails back down her spine to her trousers where he runs his fingers between them and her pants until he reaches the front. His breathing is louder and she's flushed with the realisation of what's going to happen.
With him pressed so hard up against her she can feel his rock hard burning want for her trying to burst thru his zipper.
His hand slowly starts to unbutton her trousers and lets them fall to the floor.