She was alone and desperately afraid. The house is empty like every other house on the block. It's winter on an expensive strip of the East coast and it's desolate up till town miles away. Why this house? It is set back from the street and with its high fence it was perfect for her. Breaking in was easy and soon she was making herself at home in the stranger's vacation house. She rummaged through the kitchen but the was nothing much to eat until she hit the jackpot in the freezer.
It was a cheap frozen lasagna but to her, it was looking Divine. With the lasagna in the oven, she throws her bag in the master bedroom and heads straight to the bath. The hot water in the shower might as well have been ambrosia. For a long time, she worked through layer after layer of grime from days... no weeks on the road. Finally clean she steps out into the steam of the master bath and towels off. She is hit with a wave of exhaustion as she puts on an oversized button-up shirt. Fumbling in her bag she finds her least dirty panties and put them on before collapsing into the glorious queen size bed. She is asleep in moments.
He pulls up to his vacation home the whole damn place is a ghost town this time of year. He is tired and if he were, to be honest, a little heartsick. Why should he miss his late wife? After all she put him through who could miss her? But what bothered him more in this moment was what had driven him to come all the way out here.. to the scene of her infidelity her betrayal. 'Perhaps you want some kind of closure,' he thought to himself and his responding laugh was an ugly thing to hear.
He just needed one night then he could have the damn place ready for sale and never see it again. He opened the door and was hit by the last smell he expected cooking food... was that lasagna? In that first puzzled moment, he dropped his overnight bag and started for the kitchen. For the briefest of seconds, he was a newlywed looking to find his lovely wife. Then reality kicked back in and he was tense alert and ready for the intruder.
But the interloper was nowhere to be seen. Anger grew as he looked through the rooms systematically until he reached the master bedroom. He opens the door praying for someone to hit to yell at to vent all his emotions on, what he saw was a woman lying on his bed looking for all the world like a bedraggled princess. He quietly shut the door again and returned to the kitchen and turned off the stove. He was smiling now a wide cruel smile.
Consciousness tugged at her mind as something tugged at her right wrist. Suddenly she was completely awake and in a state of horrified panic. She was completely bound to the four posts of the bed with some kind of rope. A man looked up from where he had just finished tying the last knot around her wrist. At his smile, she lets out a gasping scream.
He laughs at her and she shivers as they both see all the empty houses stretching for miles along the winter shoreline in their mind's eye. He looks at his prize remembering all the nasty thing his wife told him she would do with her filthy 'lover' in this very room. Now he would play them out with this poor woman. Perhaps closure was possible after all.
He stepped away from the bed and admired his handy work and her. She was lovely in her desperation and he loved the small distressed sounds she was making. She pulled on her bonds in a panic then as logic returned she managed to slowly stop herself wile she still had circulation. The ropes would not give way, would her captor relent? No the look on his face did not give her hope. Her voice sounded so small and frightened in her ears. "Please... please why?"
The man cocks his head quizzically saying "Why not? You broke into my house after all. Cooked my food I will do just as I please my dear." being called 'my dear' in that way made her cold to the bone. He sat down next to her on the bed facing her and put his hand on her stomach. Under her shirt her muscles clenched and she realized she was shaking all over from the strain of not giving into her panic. Steadying her voice as best she could she choked out "please no!" breath then "I am sorry I broke in."
Pleading now "I will just leave I can pay for the food please!" it sounded so desperate and she winced he chuckled and slowly undid a button on her shirt.
"No, my dear don't apologize you are exactly what I need." She inhales deeply as a finger brushes her skin as he goes for the next button. She counts in her head 'how many left until I am completely exposed to him?' Her brain reacts to this oddly almost excited, but fear grips her to badly to notice just yet.
His heart is pounding 'what the hell am I doing?' his actions far out way the intrusion. If the cops were to show up he was screwed! Still, he knew he would not stop. Not because he could not but because he did not want to. He watches her struggle to master her fear as he finishes undoing all her buttons. Then almost reverently he pulls open her shirt revealing magnificent breasts.
She sucks in air stifling a sob as his hand moves up her stomach and stops between her breasts. Then softly he moves his hand gliding over one then the other just brushing her suddenly hard nipples. She gasps and shivers. Her mind does that thing again. It seems to almost to want more.
"Shit" she breathes 'What is wrong with me' she thinks eyes locked on her captor. This is wrong so damn wrong. The fear and indignation are at war with the want inside her. It was not that he was good-looking, in fact, he was rather ordinary. It was that he was cruel, his eyes told her that, and gentle all at the same time. But how could part of her want this? How could she even think such a thing? She felt him lean in looking her dead in the eye.
"Your all mine tonight," he says in a low primal tone. To her horror, he was pulling out a pocket knife and opening it.
She shrieked "Shit" louder this time, but he was already slowly, carefully drawing the blade down from her throat to between her breasts. She held perfectly still expecting the worst. The knife blade, however, slid over the skin of her stomach barely leaving a scratch until it met her panties.
Unaware she is holding her breath as he flips the blade and cuts through the side of her panties. He hears her breath come back in ragged gasps as he cuts the other side flicking away the ruined panties. Her body is completely exposed to him now. He pauses looking her up and down. What a beautiful sight she is naked and helpless. Still and expectant yes somehow expectant was the right word for it.
