I sat down with a beer in one hand and the latest Stephen King novel in the other. My one day off the entire week and I was spending it at home, by myself, getting smashed and reading a book that would most likely keep me up all night.
I set the book down and decided to watch TV first, but I soon turned it off. I have enough bad news in my own life. I don’t need to hear about the problems of the world too.
Getting extremely bored, I decided to take a hot shower to relieve some tension. I made sure all my blinds were drawn shut and then took my clothes off. The best thing about living in my own apartment was that I could walk around naked all I wanted to.
I dropped my shirt and pants in my living room and then my bra and panties in the hallway to the bathroom. I ran the shower water to get it warm and proceeded down the hallway to my bedroom. I grabbed my short terry-cloth robe so I wouldn’t have to put on pajamas (the freedom of sleeping in the buff). I stood in the shower relishing as the hot water ran down my body. I ran my hands across my skin. I wasn’t a size two, but I thought I was good looking. Hell, I knew I was. In my business I have to be.
I was just finishing my shower when the doorbell rang. Who is that? — Oh shit, the pizza guy. I threw on my robe and dashed, sopping wet, to the door. “Coming.” I shouted as I paused to grab some money from my purse. When I opened the door I saw a man in a ski mask standing before me. Immediately I thought, Jesus, Raye, you’re an idiot! Why didn’t you check to see who it was?
Before I could protest, he had pushed his way in. I ran to the bedroom in hopes of keeping him out, but he overtook me. He shoved me down onto the floor and pinned my arms above my head with only one of his hands. He smelled of Adidas cologne. Not my favorite, I’m a Stetson girl myself. He used the other hand to undo the loose knot in my terry robe.
He parted my robe exposing my wet body. I managed to get a hand loose while he was looking at me. I raked my nails across his face. No permanent damage. Only a small scratch. He slapped me across the face and regained control of both my hands. He ran a hand down my chest and to my naval. He halted just then as if an idea came over him. He pulled a pair of cuffs out of his pocket and proceeded to handcuff me to the leg of my bed. He straddled my legs and hoarsely whispered, “If you stop struggling, I won’t hurt you. If you fight me…” He pulled out a gun to show me what he intended to do to me.
He sucked on my nipples and pinched them with his fingers. He trailed kisses down my stomach, as if it would swoon me. Ugh, the nerve. Seeing he would get no way with trying to please me too, he unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and underwear off in one smooth motion. Then he crawled back on top of me. As he was settling himself down, I kneed him. He let out a small moan and slapped me across the face. He pulled the gun from his jacket pocket and held it to my temples. “I said, don’t fucking move, bitch.”
With the gun to my head I lay still as he fucked me. Once he came he hopped up and put his pants on. He started to give me the key to the cuffs when the doorbell rang. He looked out into the hall and set the key on the dresser as he fled.
I started shouting help and the pizza guy came in. “The key’s on the dresser.” He must have been fifteen, and a virgin at that. He couldn’t take his eyes off me, yet he tried not to look. Once he had me uncuffed and I had closed my robe he spoke to me.
“You want me to call the police for you?”
“No. I got it. How much do I owe for the pizza? Never mind.” I gave him a twenty and sent him on his way.
I escorted him to the door, assuring him that I would take the proper action, but that I had to compose myself before I spoke to anyone.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay? I could wait with you if you’d like.”
“I’m fine. I’ll call the police as soon as I’m dressed.”
I shooed him out of the door and headed towards my phone when it rang. I picked it up and then hung it up without asking who it was.
I quickly got dressed when the doorbell rang. I looked to see my boyfriend, James.
“Are you okay? You look pale.”
“I’m fine.” I said. I escorted him in to sit down and got a whiff of Adidas cologne.