one evening, much after dark, I stood in the shower anticipating sliding into mt satin sheets and drifting off to sleep. the hot water cascaded down my body as I rinsed the conditioner out of my hair.
Suddenly, the shower door swung open and I screamed in fear and surprise as I backed against the shower wall. An intimidating, threatening man, dressed casually in a black t-shirt and jeans stood leant against the door jam, unbothered by my reaction. I was frozen with fear as I noticed that he was holding a gun. He was not pointing it at me, but his presence and threatening demeanor gave me the sense that he was prepared to use it. We stood staring at each other for what seemed like a long time. "Please don't hurt me," I pleaded.
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Without saying a word, he gestured with the gun and in a low voice he said, "come on out, you know what to do." I couldn't respond or move. He reached into the shower, grabbed my arm and pulled me out. He looked me over and gestures toward the towel on the wall.
"Go ahead and dry yourself off." I was trembling as I reached for the towel and dried my body. He grabbed my arm and led me out to the bedroom where he forced me onto my back on the bed.
I struggled to back away from him, screaming, "No! No! Please!" He grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I kicked my legs, fought him with my hands, wrestled out of his grasp but he was too strong. He attempted to pry my legs open and pressed the barrel of the gun to my temple. Struck with an intense fear, I froze again and stopped resisting.