She just finished taking her shower so she can curl up by the fire to complete her long eventful day. Dressed in her silk, short, pink spaghetti strapped nightgown that shaped her every curve. She brushes her teeth and her hair, and heads downstairs. She lights the fireplace that separates two bay windows, and faintly plays her classical music. She pours herself a glass of Chardonnay and grabs her favorite book. Curled in the corner of the loveseat that sits near one of her beautiful bay windows. She takes a sip of her favorite white wine, and then another.
She opens her book and begins to read. Time is passing fast but unknowingly to her, for she is captivated in the story. She pauses a moment to reach for her wine, and as she looks up... she notices a shadow in the corner of her eye, coming from behind. She accidentally knocked over her glass and threw down her book as she jumped up in fear. Instantly turning... there he stood calmly watching her. A tall muscular figured man dressed in all black. He had on a ski mask so all she could see was these dark brown eyes.
As soon as their eyes connected he started towards her. She screams in hopes that someone would hear her. She took off running to the stair case and as she got to the fifth step... he grabbed her leg. She fell forward stopping herself with her hands from hitting her face and kicking at him with her other foot. The knife in his hand cuts her on the ankle as he grabs up her legs. Her screams get louder and tears begin to fall. She turns facing him... trying her hardest to kick him off her. She is able to keep him from getting to her completely, and finally she has an opening to kick him in the face.
She does... his hands let go of her and cuts her again on the hood of her foot. He grabs his face as she runs to the top of the steps. She takes a glance back and he is heading towards her. She runs through her bedroom and into her bathroom, where she hurriedly locked the door. She runs to the window and all of a sudden he starts beating at the door. She tries to open it but it is stuck... she continues to try. Screaming loud and banging at the window in between, hoping her neighbors will hear her screams. She finally gets the window up and before she even got it half way, he grabs her hair pulling her to him.
He places the blade to her neck and whisper, "Don't make a fucking sound bitch or you it will be your last." Her body is quivering with fear in his arms. "I want you to close the window, but don't try nothing or you will die." The tears are rolling down her face, fear of the unknown. Not knowing if he is going to kill her anyways. He removes the blade from her neck, his hand still tangled tight around her long silky brunette hair. She slowly reaches to close the window, trying her hardest not to make a sound. She closes the window and he pulls her back towards him by her hair. She begins to whimper even more as he sniffs into her hair.
"Mmmmmmm... what a nice smelling bitch you are." He starts to back towards the door with her still in his grip. His other arm is in front of her with the blade lying against her abs. "What do you want from me? Please don't hurt me?" She cries... "Shut the fuck up you slut." He says with a vexed tone. "Please don't do this. I have plenty of money if that is what you want. Just please do not hurt me " He grips her tighter, "I told you to shut the fuck up bitch." Throwing her onto the floor. He points the blade to her face as he unbuckles his belt, opening his pants and drops them to the floor. She begins to cry harshly, trying not to scream bloody murder.
He grabs her hair again and pulls her to her knees and setting his blade onto the vanity. "I said shut the fuck up you dirty whore." He grabs his cock in his hand and forces it into her mouth. "Now suck my dick bitch. I am sure this help you shut up for a minute." He grasps onto her hair joining his hands. He pulls her face towards him as he thrusts his self deep into her mouth. Over and over again. The tears continue to pour down her cheeks as he vigorously penetrates her mouth. She could not stand it any longer... she felt that she would rather chance dying. In a brave act, she bites him.
He pulls away from her quickly and releases one hand. He slaps her across the face, "You should not have done that bitch." She begins to scream more loudly than before. He slaps her again, and grabs for his knife as he pulls her off her knees. He puts the knife to her throat where he presses on it hard. She can feel it almost cutting into her throat. She stops screaming and the only noise is her whimpers. He looks into her eyes... she could see hell burning in them. Thoughts rush through her mind that she never see tomorrow. He turns her face away from him and pushes her against the vanity.
