Your key turns in the lock and I hear you softly sigh once the door shuts firmly behind you. I watch you from the shadows, you don't see me, and you're oblivious to my presence. The darkness does not scare you for you're content to refrain from switching on the hallway light. Instead you kick off your shoes, freeing your slender tanned feet.
I study you, holding my breath in case you should hear me hiding there in the darkness of your apartment. I am an intruder in your peaceful sanctum. I am violating your safe haven. I feel no remorse.
You shed your tailored jacket, indulging in a languid stretch. Your silk blouse becomes partially untucked from the waistband of your skirt and I'm fascinated by the sliver of creamy mid-drift I catch a glimpse of. I swallow hard, instantly aroused but more so because I am stealing these private moments.
You pad barefoot down the hall, moving ever closer to where I am concealed, caped and covered in the shroud of night. You still don't know that I am here, lying in wait... Until it's too late of course. I seize my chance when you are less than a foot from me. My arm shoots out towards you. My hand finds its target, locks on and clamps down onto your pretty mouth. You literally jump out of your skin as I grasp you firmly. My palm muffles your terrified cries. Survival instinct comes into play instantaneously. You put up an impressive fight, you are stronger than your slim frame would suggest. I have to assert some force to bring you under control, to restrain your raging limbs. I roughly pull your arms behind your back, my other hand just managing to suppress your protesting lips. I press my mouth against your ear and talk to you in a soft low voice. It's a voice you do not recognise and a fresh wave of panic descends on you.
"Stop struggling and you'll make this a lot easier on yourself." I growl. Feisty as you are, you put up resistance. I merely yank your arms harder behind your back making you whimper in discomfort. I mean you no harm but you are not to know this and so you lash out with your legs instead.
"Have it your own way..." I warn you, taking a heavy-duty tie-grip from my pocket to bind your wrists together with. I know its grip will be tight; the plastic will be cutting into your skin. However it has the desired effect and subdues you a fraction, for a moment at least. You try to speak; I feel your mouth moving under my grip.
"I'll remove my hand but if you scream, you'll wish to God you hadn't...Do we have a deal?" My voice is a low rasp, it sounds eerily alien to even myself.
You nod vigorously in agreement but to make certain I jerk your arms back again anyway to show you I mean business.
You gasp and gulp down air when I take away my hand, I hear you crying quietly in fear. I sense your whole body shaking and it gives me a surge of excitement. You are at my mercy, I am in control, I hold ultimate power.
"Ple..plea...please don't hurt me!... What do you want? I'll give you whatever you want just please, please don't hurt me."
Your cries play on my emotions for a split second. I soon snap out of it just as quickly as cold ruthless command resumes.
"Do exactly as I say and maybe I'll go easy on you... "I sneer at you, offering nothing in the way of comfort.
