I was sitting in my living room watching a late night movie when I felt like I was being watched. I ignored it for a while, but it got to me.
I slowly turned around to see if there was someone in the window, when I was grabbed. He hard body held me tight to him, my arms pinned. His left hand covered my mouth, his thick fingers biting into my skin.
He lifted me over the back of the sofa and dragged me to the stairs. When I saw where we were going, I struggled, kicking with my feet, trying to scream. I knew no one would hear me, but I had to try.....
I made sure he had a difficult time going upstairs by pushing my weight into him and elbowing his stomach. He didn't hit me, but he seemed to be pretty tough. My elbows didn't faze him in the least.
He knew where he was going...he knew my house! To the third door to the right he pulled me. My bedroom.....
I waited and got my chance. I wrapped my leg around the doorjamb so he couldn't yank me to the bed. He let go of my mouth long enough to tug my foot back and around. When I drew in breath to yell, he threw me to the bed, hoding my face into the comforter until I stopped struggling. Let let up enough for me to breathe again and I waited to see if I had an escape.
I couldn't go anywhere. I knew it. I wanted to move, but my body wouldn't listen. When he locked the door, I knew I was stuck. He came to me and laid his body full on me The pressure was almost unbearable.
He didn't say a word. It made me frightened in a whole new way. The silence was terrible.
