The alarm clock jolts me awake, sounding different this morning but I shrug it off. I blink my eyes trying to clear the grogginess. The early hour had come too quickly as I grudgingly removed myself from the warm covers. I dress in my walking clothes, loose fitting and comfortable and pull on my shoes. Grabbing my I pod I place the band around my arm and head out the door for my morning walk.
The crisp cool air of the morning greets me as I walk out the door. I inhale as the chill bites my lungs sharply and I have to take a quick moment to catch my breath. I walk down the steps of my building and towards the nearby park; it is early and the sun has not risen yet so there is an eerie darkness that surrounds me as I walk.
I quickly walk the short distance to the park and upon arrival I secure the ear bud headphones in my ears and turn it on to my favorite song. I synchronize my steps with the beat of the music as I begining my way down the winding paths.
Looking around I realize the park is empty or at least it seems to be. I walk on oblivious to the fact that now there is a man dressed in dark clothing quickly closing the distance between us. As I continue to walk, unaware of the fact someone is following me, one of the ear buds falls from my ear and I can hear the crunching of leaves behind me. I stop, and my heart begins to race, thinking to myself is there someone following me? I turn back and the path behind me is empty; there's nothing but darkness slightly illuminated by a single dimly lit lamp. I sigh in relief and my heart returns to it's normal rhythm.
I replace the ear bud in my ear and continue to walk. The man again takes his place behind me and quickens his pace; his long legs close in the gap between us rather quickly. I walk on unaware of what is soon to be my fate.
Suddenly a hand reaches out and covers my face. I let out a stifled cry as his big had covers my mouth. His other hand comes around my waist and stops me in my tracks. The arms around me are strong and their grip tightens around me as I struggle. Overpowering me against my loud muffled protests he drags me off the path. He pushes me to the ground, stunned from the impact of the fall landing on my stomach. I am unable to move for a brief moment giving him the chance to take out a piece of thick yellow rope from his pocket and shove a sock deep in my mouth. He then grabs each of my wrists and his fingers bite into my skin as I struggle to free my arms. Tightening his grip, "Hold still you whore," he snarls. "You are going to get what you deserve." His words only heighten my struggle not knowing what I did to deserve such treatment.
He entwines my wrists behind my back with the coarse rope cinching it tightly. I continue to squirm and I begin to feel the harsh sting as the friction burns my skin. Feeling he has sufficiently secured my hands he moves down to my legs. I could now feel the pressure of his knee on my back becoming more intense as he tries to capture my flailing legs. Finally succeeding he lets out a sinister laugh as he quickly wraps the rest of the rope around my ankles.
