When Gloria first walked into her apartment, she noticed the wet foot print on the carpet instantly. A pinch in her gut became a punch as the back of her neck blossomed goose bumps quickly. The adrenaline was flowing fast through her body as she took a cautious step into her kitchen to reach the phone. She held onto the receiver but did not dial. She took the cordless handset and stepped into the living room to investigate. She knew her friends played cruel jokes often so didn't want to make a false call to the ploce if a friend pretended to "break in."
She took a look in her bedroom and turned to walk away as a pair of hands pulled her right back in. A very strong and muscular man threw Gloria onto the bed as she screamed in fear. He placed a hand over her mouth while the other hand held an automatic pistol, pointing it at her forehead.
"Scream again, I fuckin' dare you."
Her eyes widened at his words, filled with tears frozen on the spot. He looked her up and down and said,
"Well, you're a pretty little thing, aren't you?".
Her deep orange, long hair sprawled around her face on the bed. Her petite body was no match for him as he moved his hand from her mouth to hold her hand above her head, admiring her chest. Her arms pushed up over her head pressed her breasts together tight making her shirt strain to keep them inside. The attacker moved the gun from her face and placed it in his back pocket. With his free hand he moved to her buttons to work them free as she pleaded quietly with him.
"Please, don't do this... Please..."
Tears ran down her face as a smile spread across his when the buttons on her shirt were opened. When her chest was exposed, she knew she had to do something quick. She reached her hands out for something, anything. The broken post on her bed! One pole was broken on her headboard from an accidental toss during a wrestling match with her little brother when he came down for the weekend two years ago. It was almost in reach. She wiggled her body and moved her arms up to reach the broken pole. When she shimmed the pole loose, it was in her hands. She stopped crying and waited for him to loosen her hands.
He was holding tight and lowered his lips to her skin and began kissing her breasts. His warm lips actually felt good, but she dismissed the thought. She felt his grip loosen a little around her wrists and she moved. She bashed the pole over his head and he fell to the ground with a loud thud. What now? What to do with the body? Call the police. No it will look like she killed him intentionally. There was only one thing left to do. Revenge.
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...He woke up with a pounding head ache. It felt like something was dripping on his forehead or numb with the pain. "That bitch." Was all he thought. He went to move his hand to his pending lump on his forehead but he couldn't move his arm. His other arm wouldn't move either. He turned his head to see his arms tied to her bed post. He looked down and saw his feet were bound as well.
The fury took over his body and pulled at the restraints, only to finally grow tired and stop. What the hell am I going to do? She probably called the cops and they are on their way. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead...," he panicked and began to pull once more on the restraints. As he was unsuccessful again, the door to the bedroom opened and instead of the cops coming through it was Gloria.
She was still wearing her shirt unbuttoned so her breasts were exposed, only now she wore her jeans unbuttoned and folded over so the top of her thong was showing through the top. His first thought was, "I cant wait to get out of these things and beat the hell out of her." but after looking at Gloria's sexy body exposed, teasing him, he changed his mind of what he wanted to do to her after he got out of the restraints. She had a look on her face of pure revenge and it almost frightened him as she made her way over to the bed.