I was walking home at three in the morning from the job I worked. It was a hard job tending to all the assholes that came into the bar late at night.
I was always made fun of from the customers at that job. All the other girls there were very beautiful and sizes that were smaller than me. I was the odd sheep. I had got this job on a fluke, but I needed the money, so I just ignored it.
As I walked home, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, but I didn't see anyone there.
Feeling paranoid, I started to walk faster. Still hearing footsteps, I ran to my front door, fumbled with my keys, opened my door, ran inside, and locked it shut.
I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I finally felt safe.
I dropped everything on the table beside my door and head upstairs to take a much-needed shower.
I took off my shirt, bra, and much too tight skirt. As I was peeling off my panties down my thighs, I heard a creak.
I spun around and didn't see anything. I rolled my eyes at myself for being paranoid.
No one could be in my house, I thought.
I walked into my bathroom and turned on the shower. I needed a nice hot shower to relax me.
I looked in the mirror and looked at my body. I twisted my face. We all have our love and hate with our body, and today wasn't a good day.
I hopped in the shower humming as I scrubbed my body down with my vanilla scented body wash.
I stayed in there for at least 20 minutes just running my hands over my body. Feeling tingly, I came out of the shower.
"Hmm... I think I deserve a little reward today," I said to myself, thinking about the new vibrator I bought. It was one that the end of it wiggles and vibrates.
I giggled to myself and could feel myself get turned on.
I toweled off and walked into my room. All the lights were off.
"I thought I left the lights on in here?" I muttered to myself.
"You did," I heard a voice say behind me.
My eyes widened, and I screamed. I tried to turn around, but someone grabbed and put their hand over my mouth. I struggled to get away, but someone else grabbed my feet.
I could feel the terror wash over my body. There were people in my house! Oh fuck, I'm going to die.
The thought of I'm going to die just kept repeating in my head.
They threw me on my bed and started to tie me to the four corners.
Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck.
I heard them joking and laughing. They taped my mouth, so I couldn't scream.