I am awakened by a barely discernible click. At first, I wonder if I am dreaming. I hope that I am dreaming, because strange noises at this hour can only mean trouble. My hope is dashed when I suddenly hear the soft shuffle of footsteps in the hallway. My hair stands on end, and my stomach drops. My heart begins beating wildly in my ribcage, and I feel cold sweat erupting from my skin as the sound moves closer to my bedroom door.
I am frozen in fear as I watch the doorknob slowly turn. The door swings open, and I see him faintly illuminated by a shaft of moonlight cascading through my bedroom window. He is tall and dressed entirely in black. He is wearing a black mask and black gloves. He is carrying a bundle of rope.
I try to scream, but my throat is suddenly dry and tight. Before I can even attempt to move, he rushes at me. He is on me, straddling my torso and pinning my hands above my head. I kick my legs and twist my upper body in an effort to throw him off of me, but it is an exercise in futility. He is simply too big and powerful.
"Stop struggling, bitch, and be quiet!" He hisses at me as he slaps my face.
He is tying my hands together. He pulls the rope taut and loops it through the bed frame. He momentarily gets off of me to tie my legs to the bottom of the bed. I lock my legs together and offer as much resistance as I can muster. Forcing a knee between my knees, he pries my legs apart with ease. He quickly lashes each ankle to the bed frame and turns to me with lust in his eyes.
