"I'm coming for you..." The raspy voice on the other end told me.
I hung up the phone. I was getting used to the prank calls by this time since they had been happening for at least a month or longer. Nothing ever came of it. Some nights I didn't even get the calls. My husband wasn't concerned either. He just figured it was teens making prank calls. Unfortunately neither of us knew at the time how wrong we were.
Another month had passed another month of more prank calls, only they were getting worse. I was starting to get frightened. When my husband told me about his upcoming business trip I begged him to either take me with him or not to go at all.
"Don't be ridiculous."He told me. "You are going to be fine."
"But the calls." I stammered.
"It's just a bunch of kids trying to scare you. Nothing more. Now will you be grown up about this. My God woman you are 26 years old plenty old enough to stay home a few days by yourself."
I just looked at him. I just wished I could be as calm about it as he was.
A few days later I asked him once again to take me with him as I helped him pack.
"We've been over this!!" He shouted at me." Sometimes I feel like I am babysitting a kid instead of married to a grown woman."
Quietly I left the bedroom and let him finish packing. I couldn't shake the fear growing inside of me. If anything I hate being scared the most. I was angry at myself for feeling this way and angry at my husband for not giving a damn. That night we went to bed both of us and our own sides and neither of us touching. But that seemed to be the way it went for us anymore.
The alarm went off at 5:30 am. I opened my eyes to watch as my husband dressed. Even if we are having problems I still find him very sexy.
"Would you like me to make you breakfast before you leave?"
"Just go back to bed. I can get something on the way."
"I really don't mind."
"I said no!"
Sad that after only two years of marriage we were at this point." Maybe when he gets back we can go to marriage counseling." I said to myself as I fell back asleep. Waking up later I noticed he had left no note of goodbye and that I didn't even get a kiss before he left.
"Oh well maybe he'll miss me and when he gets home we'll have a great night of sex." I said with a laugh to the empty house.
I didn't bother to dress. I didn't see the use. I was home alone and lived in a nice neighborhood. It was daylight and I doubted if anyone could see inside my house. I guess I was wrong. Soon after 10:30 am the calls started coming. At first they were just the same old calls as before. But soon they changed and became much more terrifying. It seemed they came every twenty minutes or so. I was getting angry by the time the calls had continued throughout the day and most of the night.
"Just stop fucking calling me you piece of shit! Why don't you just go to hell!!!!!"
"Oh I plan on it, but I am going to take you with me."
I hung up again and starred at the phone as it rang as soon as it was on the reciever.
"Leave me ALONE!!" I yelled.
"We can't now. Not after watching your husband leave this morning, MARY! We know you are home all by yourself." He laughed into the phone," And we've loved the show you've been putting on all day for us, you little slut!!"
Panicked now I ripped the phone from the wall. Shaking I walked to my bedroom and it was then that I noticed my bedroom window was opened. I knew I didn't open it because I was running the A/C. I thought about getting out of the house right then, but quickly realized I was still naked and ran to my closet for some clothes. I should've just ran outside nude, because when I opened the closet door I saw him. I felt a hard blow to my head then nothing.....
"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty." The voice called to me.
I struggled and finally got my eyes opened.
"Did you have a nice nap?"
I tryed to move my arms but they were held tight by ropes, as were my feet.
"Please just let me go." I begged.
"Not until we're done with you."
At the mention of the word WE'RE I started to panic and pull against the rope. When I looked around my bedroom I seen them. There were six of them. All of them seemed ready with their pants off and cocks in hand. None of their cocks seemed to be under seven inches the biggest at least had to ten inches and three inches thick I got even more afraid. My husband is quite small. Fully erect MAYBE five inches. They were going to kill me with their pricks I kept thinking to myself.