Deleted Member Posted January 15, 2021 Posted January 15, 2021 I’m at home at night, watching television. There’s a faint scratching at the back door, so I get up to let the cat in. When I open the door, she’s not there. The kitchen light shines onto an empty garden. Then I remember I don’t have a cat. Or a garden. Or a back door. I realise I’m dreaming and, at that moment, I wake up. I’m in bed. There’s a faint scratching sound. I’m, confused - still half in the dream. What’s real? Was there a noise? Something has woken me up. I lie in the darkness, holding my breath, straining for the slightest sound. There it is. The tiniest noise, just on the edge of hearing, like a key being oh-so-carefully inserted into an oiled lock. Oh fuck. Is it him? Is it tonight? Suppose it isn’t! Suppose it’s a burglar? With a key? It’s him! It has to be him. Why did I give him a key!? Oh, God, I hope it’s him! Calm the fuck down, woman! Was that definitely the sound of a key? Fuck. Get up. Just in case. Don’t be caught in bed. Hide. Where? Jesus, I don’t fucking know! The wardrobe? Yes. Don’t be ridiculous! The en suite? Better. Jesus, what kind of sick brain thinks of THAT shower scene at a time like this? Right. Move. I fold back the duvet as quietly as I can, tentatively place my feet on the carpet and stand up. Pause to listen. I can’t hear anything, now. Did I imagine it? No. Maybe? Fuck. The silence feels different. Perhaps it’s the sound of someone making no noise at all. Shut up, brain! Should I turn the light on? If it’s him, I’ll get in such trouble. Of course, it’s him. If it’s a burglar, I’ll be able to see him to hit him. Yeah, right. I’ll turn the light on. I creep silently towards the door, my hands held in front of me, praying I don’t step on the shoes I kicked off earlier. (Note to self: in case of burglary, always keep bedroom floor tidy.) My left hand touches the wall, I start searching for the switch and feel ... warm breath on my neck. A hand clamps over my mouth. An arm slams across my chest. Both my arms are pinned against my body. I’m lifted off the floor. Blind panic. I start to struggle and kick. I no longer care who it might be. I thrash wildly - no thought in my head now but escape. Then a voice growls, ‘You’re going to pay for that, slut.’ And I think, Oh, thank fuckity fuck for that, and redouble my efforts to kick him.
Erotes-72 Posted January 15, 2021 Posted January 15, 2021 Wow!!! Exciting, gripping and beautiful. Just a fabulous read. Your writing is fantastic honey. I so long to read more. 😘😘
Deleted Member Posted January 15, 2021 Author Posted January 15, 2021 That’s so sweet of you! Thanks. x
Urassismine Posted January 15, 2021 Posted January 15, 2021 Very hot. But now we must hear about the punishment that follows!
blackwes748 Posted January 15, 2021 Posted January 15, 2021 Really enjoyed this. Very well written, I do hope to read more.
Deleted Member Posted January 15, 2021 Author Posted January 15, 2021 1 hour ago, Urassismine said: Very hot. But now we must hear about the punishment that follows! I’ll see what I can do. 😊
Deleted Member Posted January 15, 2021 Author Posted January 15, 2021 16 minutes ago, blackwes748 said: Really enjoyed this. Very well written, I do hope to read more. Thank you very much. 😊 I’d better decide what happens next, then.
Urassismine Posted January 15, 2021 Posted January 15, 2021 21 minutes ago, Lockfairy said: I’ll see what I can do. 😊 Please do. The crescendo was excellent, but now we need the rest of the piece.
Deleted Member Posted January 19, 2021 Author Posted January 19, 2021 I was right with you through that...captivating narrative, I'm tempted to say good place to end it...let others take it to where they desire!!!
Deleted Member Posted January 19, 2021 Author Posted January 19, 2021 5 hours ago, Zesty999 said: I was right with you through that...captivating narrative, I'm tempted to say good place to end it...let others take it to where they desire!!! Thanks. It was my original intention to end it there.
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