Katie was excited as she found the address that was stated in the note she received in the mail that morning. The letter was rose scented, and was signed "From a Secret Admirer," telling her to meet him at this location. The innocent 18 year old girl sucked in a breath of shock when her eyes fell on the house.
The house was located just off a dirt road in the middle of no where, and looked abandoned. Why would a potential lover want to meet here of all places? Regardless of her reservations, curiosity compelled her to get out of her red beamer, and walked up the porch stairs.
The house looked like it hadn't been lived in for years, and their were boards on the windows. However, as she approached the door, she noticed that there was another note hanging on it. Once again, it smelled like roses, and had the same graceful handwriting on it.
"Dearest Little Katie: You are getting closer and closer to me. I can't wait until you are in my arms at last, my love. . ." The red headed girl's lips formed into a glowing smile. He was here! Katie palmed the note in her small hands, as she opened the door and ran inside the unlocked front door.
Without hesitation, the school girl, still in her cheerleading uniform followed the trail of rose petals that lead to the second floor and into a dark room. The door was standing wide open, but it was so void of light, that there was no way on earth she could see inside.
"Hello? Are you in there?" Katie reached for a switch on the wall, but when she flicked it, nothing happened. She stepped into the darkness, unafraid. "Hello? Please, don't play any jokes. I really want to see who you are." Suddenly, she heard the door to the bedroom slam.
Katie turned around fast enough to see a form in the darkness walk towards her. Before she would get a single word out, the form lit a zippo lighter and proceeded to light several candles located in the room. She couldn't see his face because his back was to her, but knew that he was a tall man with a slender built, and a shaved head.
She found herself standing there in shock. When he turned to look at her, she was unnerved because she didn't know this person. Before her, was a grown man in full military uniform BDUs that she had never met before, staring at her with a coldness that froze her to the bone.
"I'm sorry, sir! I must be in the wrong house. I'll just go. . ."
"No, I don't think you will, Katie."
As he continued to light the candles, she could see more and more of the room she was standing in. There was an old looking canape bed behind her, draped in white sheets. Around the front posts, were what looked like handcuffs. Katie tried for the door, but was easily caught by the soldier. He quickly snapped the lighter shut, and pressed the searing hot metal on her exposed neck, holding her still as she tried to fight out the bear hug he had her in.
Katie screamed in pain. "No, please, I'll do anything, just don't hurt me!"
The man in the BDUs calmly threw his prey onto the bed, and stood over her. The girl was like a deer trapped in headlights as she went silent from shock. He smiled when she started to weep, rubbing the freshly growing blister forming on her neck with his thumb. All the while, she never lost eye contact through her tears. This proved that the girl was going to be hard to break. Good, he liked it that way.
The man stared down at her with a mixture of hate and desire in his black eyes. She was perfect. Katie's long red, curly hair was beautiful, and her emerald eyes matched perfectly with the Irish green and bright yellow cheerleading uniform she had on. He also loved her freckles that traced from her pretty face, down to where her sweater blocks the view.
"I've waited a long time, Katie. Strip. Strip slowly, or I am going to rip your clothes off, and make you hurt more than you need to. Hear me?"
"Oh, my. . .you. . .are going to. . .rape me? Oh, please, I'm a. . ."
"Virgin. I know. Not for too much longer. Now, don't make me tell you again. . ."
Katie shook her head in disbelief. "No, No! You're letters said that you loved me! I don't even know you! Please, I'll do anything, please! Don't take my virtue! I don't even know your name!"
"Call me Master," and with that, the soldier backhanded the girl so hard that she flew back against the mattress, and he pulled out a buck knife. "And I do love you. I know more about you than you think. Take your fucking clothes off."
Slowly, the trembling young woman reached up for the button on her sweater as she laid on the canopy bed. She worked down until her white and pink bra was showing, and she slid the wool off her shoulders, tossing it to the floor. She, then, reached behind her, sitting up, so she could undo the snaps on her little green skirt.
Katie looked up at her captor again. "Please, Mister. . ." The soldier interrupted her with a hand over her pink glossed lips. Her eyes widened in horror.
