This is absolutely 100% fantasy. In real life, consent is vital. Thanks for reading! Constructive thoughts are always welcome.
Part 1
As Emma unlocked her door and headed up the stairs to her second floor flat, she couldn't help but feel excited. After weeks of work, she'd finally managed to get some time off. She deposited her bag and coat on the sofa and hurried to her room to slip out of her uncomfortable work clothes.
This time tomorrow I'll be in the Cotswolds. She thought wistfully, tossing her skirt and blouse into the hamper by her closet. She had her train ticket ready and waiting by the door for her early morning leave. Her bag was already packed as well. On her way home she had triple checked that her airbnb reservation was confirmed and there was a checklist of must-dos ready to be crossed off. She pulled a strappy cotton nightdress from her drawer and slipped a large crocheted sweater over it. She eyed the clock next to her bed.
9:00 already. Emma thought, yawning. She'd gone in early that day and left even later in order to get all her work done before she could comfortably leave it all behind for a few days. I should just go to bed.
She went into her bathroom and tied up her hair before washing her face of makeup. She thought about brushing her teeth but decided to grab a quick bite before settling in for the night.
She padded barefoot to the kitchen, not bothering to turn on any lights, and opened the fridge. There were sparse pickings, but she decided on a small jar of yogurt. Grabbing a spoon from her drying rack, she leaned against the counter and began to eat, leaving the refrigerator door open as her only source of light. She was more than halfway done with her snack, when she heard the unmistakable sound of a heavy footfall meet the creaky floorboard by her bay window.
Emma jumped, the spoon falling from her hand and landing on the floor with a clatter. She looked up towards the window to see a large shadow outlined against the amber glow of the streetlights outside.
There was a stranger in her home.
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Nick never believed he would come this far, but here he was, standing in her flat ready to take her. He had been planning for months, watching her, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Thanks to years of fantasies and slaving at a job that provided him with all the money he could ever need at the young age of 32, he knew he was ready. He was entirely confident in his plans. Emma's life as she knew it was over, from now on she would be his.
He couldn't pinpoint the exact date he saw her, only that she became a frequent sighting whenever he found himself on the tube to the gym. It wasn't always that they ended up in the same car, but after a while he started arriving earlier and seeking her out on the track, standing close but not so close as to draw suspicion. She was a petite woman, the top of her head barely coming to reach his shoulder. She never took any notice of him, she usually had a book or her phone in hand with headphones in her ears, lost to the world.
He could remember distinctly the day he knew he had to have her. It was a summer day, unusually hot even for London. Normally she wore flowery blouses and flowing skirts, with her hair neatly brushed and left hanging down. But on that particular day, to combat the heat, she wore a pair of olive green shorts, tied off at her waist with a large bow. There was something about her bare legs that seemed positively obscene. She also wore a lacy lavender top and a thin sweater. The v of the top was hardly daring, but he could see more of her cleavage than usual and was surprised to see it was fairly ample considering her slight figure. Her wheat-blonde hair was drawn up into a messy bun at the top of her head. He couldn't help but imagine grabbing it in one hand, drawing her head down towards his crotch and forcing that cute little mouth of hers to take him whole. It was then he knew the imagining would never be enough. He got off at the next stop, gym be damned, and began to plan her abduction.
It took nearly a week to track her down at all, but after a little digging and some help from a discreet PI, he was able to gather the information he needed. Her name was Emma, she was twenty-five years old. In a stroke of luck (or was it fate?) she was an ExPat with no family and few friends in London. She had come to the U.K. from a quiet farm life in America to study literature and worked as a proofreader to pay her bills. She rented a one bedroom flat in Brent and was doing fairly well for herself all things considered. Although Nick knew little about her personal life, she didn't seem to have a boyfriend or go out on dates, somehow he was certain that she could be trained to be the little fuck toy he had always dreamed of.
No doubt, she was the one.
Once he had all his preparations made, he had to wait months; agonizing over when would be the best time to take her. It wasn't until September, when he received word from her hacked email that she was planning on taking a trip. She would leave on a Friday morning and wasn't expected back at work until the following week. It was more than enough time to erase any trail left behind.
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Emma swallowed hard, the dropped spoon quickly forgotten.
"Who's there?" She said finally, hoping against hope that her eyes were playing tricks on her. The shadow didn't answer, but it did shift towards her. She bolted for the hallway. If she could only make it to the bathroom and lock the door. She managed to get through the door to her room but no farther. A large hand wrapped around her forearm and pulled her back. She opened her mouth to scream but her legs were knocked out from under her and she hit the floor hard, all the air knocked from her stomach. She felt a heavy weight (she was sure it was her attacker's knee) dig into back, effectively trapping her on the ground. Another hand sunk into her hair and pulled her head back.
