19. 800 PM

nineteen

8:00 PM

Amanda

I ’m paralyzed with fear, but only for a moment. The world is moving in slow motion until the initial wave of crippling terror passes, and the world speeds up around me again. I lunge for the bedroom door in an attempt to lock myself inside. I’m not fast enough. The realization hits me just as I reach the door handle and see the glow of the mask. Two X’s mark the spot where the eyes should be. The tall, rugged figure fills the door frame once more. Except we aren’t at the gym this time, and there’s no chance of anyone coming to rescue me. He’s wearing his signature outfit: a pair of gray sweatpants and a black zip-up hoodie. His muscular body is so close I can reach out and touch it. Part of me wants to.

I might be sexually frustrated, but I’m not stupid. Instinctively, I try to slam the door in his face, but his arm flies out, stopping it. He’s not even trying to use his strength against me, but the door kicks back, sending me falling to the ground from the force. As soon as I recover, I crawl away from him. It doesn’t matter. I look over my shoulder and see him step into my bedroom, locking the door behind him as he does.

“Mmmmm,” the masked man rumbles. “You’re crawling in the wrong direction, Amanda, but I’ll allow it for now, since I have a damn good view.”

I shift myself around, trying to conceal my revealing lingerie.

”Don’t hide, Masterpiece. I want to admire the way you look in my gift. Do you like it? I sent it for our special night together.” He takes a step toward me and I freeze.

“Oh, you didn’t think that was from me?” He chuckles, towering over me he reaches down, pulling my robe off my shoulder and sliding one finger beneath the lingerie strap. He pulls up, snapping it against my skin.

His laugh gives me the chills and I shudder.

“I like what I see. Why don’t you spread those legs open so I can get a better look at you? It’s not the same watching from my binoculars.” His hand lands on my knee and slides slowly up my thigh.

I’m trembling, but I snap my legs closed tight, desperate not to give this intruder what he wants. “You really should leave. My boyfriend is going to be home any minute. Just leave and we can forget this ever even happened.” I reply, staring him down, trying to appear tougher than I really am.

He snickers. “What a brave little play toy you are. Something tells me he’s preoccupied. I’m sorry, Amanda, he’s going to miss your date.”

“No, you’re wrong,” I scream, scooting away from him, scanning the room for an escape.

“Shame on you, little slut, trying to get away from me like that. I think I need to teach you a lesson,” he says, taking another step closer and closing the distance between us again.

The moment his body hovers over me this time, everything changes. It all becomes so real. How are the pages of my horror stories coming to life? This shouldn’t be happening, it can’t be happening, I’m in denial. Yet it is happening. I don’t want to take my eyes off of him, but I roll onto my knees anyway and try to escape out of his reach.

In a split second, I feel his fingers wrap around my ankle as he latches onto it and pulls me back to the middle of the room.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” He snarls, landing on top of me and pinning my arms above my head in one smooth motion.

I scream. There’s nothing left to do. He’s so much stronger than I am. I don’t stand a chance against him.

“That’s a good girl. Go ahead and struggle. The way you scream while your hips thrust into me only turns me on more,” he growls, leaning in close against my ear.

His free hand strokes my hair, and then runs down my chin, until he’s tipping it to look him square on. “If you’re a good girl, Amanda, we can both enjoy ourselves tonight.”

“I don’t want to enjoy myself with you,” I shout.

“Oh, not with me? Then perhaps by yourself. Shall I fetch your toy from the drawer? I would love to watch you play with yourself up close instead of from the alley.” He laughs a sinister laugh and runs his hand down my body to cup my breast.

“Fucking creep! I knew someone was watching me. Get off!” I scream, trying to wiggle myself free, but it’s no use. He has me pinned.

“That’s enough of that,” he snarls, putting his hand over my mouth so that the edge of his palm is cutting off my ability to breathe through my nose.

I struggle against him, trying to gasp for air.

“No more screaming,” he demands. “Now take this off,” he plucks at my robe. “Or I’ll ruin it, and I know how excited you were to save it for such a special night.”

He releases my arms and uses his other hand to slide beneath my robe, slipping his hand beneath to cup my breast before pulling the tie, and ripping it off my body. I don’t make it easy for him, so he grabs me by the throat and uses only his pointer finger to draw my jawline so that I’m forced to stare at the mask.

“Fuck you, don’t touch me anymore.” That’s a lie. My body is melting for him, enjoying every rough touch. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to take this so much further. My pussy aches to be filled and my nipples are peaked and hard, waiting for him.

“I’ll touch whatever I want, and you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to, if you want to see that boyfriend of yours again.”

I gulp, knowing he can feel how hard I’m swallowing as he makes his demands known, all the while squeezing my throat to let me know he can snap it in a heartbeat.

I go limp, willingly submitting my body to him, letting him know I’ll allow him to take whatever he wants from me.

He slams my knees apart, then drags his fingers through my wetness, slipping them beneath the mask to suck my juices off.

“You’re so fucking delicious, Amanda. Do you know how bad I want to taste you? Do you know how much I want you to cum all over my tongue so I can lick it all up?”

I don’t answer. My brain cannot process anything but how fucking hot his words are. I shouldn’t be attracted to my stalker like this. I shouldn’t want him to take me like this, but I do.

“That’s a good little slut,” he moans, giving my nipple a pinch when my back arches. “I’m going to let you go, because if you run, I’m going to chase you; and if I chase you, I might just carve up that pretty little face of yours to teach you a lesson.” He pulls out a large pocket knife and flips it open. “You’re going to show me how much you want me to let you live. Get your ass on that bed. Now!” He shouts, releasing me.