He climbed through the window when I walked out of the shower. My wavy brown hair was wet and dripping with water, and my towel was draped over my shoulders. My olive skin shimmered with water droplets as I walked under the dim lights of the hallway, walking to my room. The door faced the window, and when I entered, there was a man halfway through my window, one leg in the room, the other bent on the windowsill. He looked up and saw me standing there, the look of surprise on his face. I looked at him, my brain still processing the scene.
Something suddenly clicked in my mind, and the man in the window was a threat. I opened my mouth to scream, but in a flash, he swung his leg over and rushed over to me, pushing me against the wall, his hand on my mouth. I cried out as I hit the wall, wincing at the pain in my shoudlers and the back of my head. The sudden force had made the towel slip away from my shoulders, revealing my body to this stranger.
I was frozen in fear, staring into the eye of this stranger. He was wearing tight black clothing, probably so he can climb up my house with agility. He was half a head taller than me, with sharp green eyes and short black hair. His skin was a shade darker than mine, and his hand against my mouth was firm, but not hurtful.
"Be a good little bitch and do what I say, and nobody gets hurt...understand?" He threatened in a low, husky voice. There was a light aroma of cigarrete in his breath. I said nothing, still frozen in fear. The man took out a switchblade from his pocket and pushed it against my neck. "Understand?" he asked again, gritting his teeth.
"Yes..." I said in a barely audible voice.
"Louder!" He barked.
"Yes!" I cried, squeezing my eyes shut. The stranger put his blade away and stepped away from me. I opened one eye and peeked at him, and saw that he was removing his clothing. I wanted to make a run for it, but he's got a knife. A knife that he could throw and impale me on the back of my neck, killing me in an instant. I decided to stay and do whatever this stranger tells me to, so I can live another day. When he stood before me, completely naked, I sucked in a breath.
He was nicely toned; a few muscles here and there, but not too much to be called muscular. His skin was soft and smooth, and there was a tattoo of some kinda of claw on his left bicep. My eyes trailed down to his abs, and further down, to his penis, his long, dangling member. He say me looking at his body and laughed, his voice low and soft. He took my chin roughly and pulled my face towards his, his lips crashing into mine.
His kiss was rough. He bit sucked and bit on my lip, his tongue intruding into my mouth and swished around, tangling my tongue with his. My fear slowly dissolved, and I found myself returning the kiss of this stranger, mashing my body against his, my arms thrown around his neck. The towel fell to the floor, and I stepped on it as he leaned me back, pressing me against the wall.