Day 1
This is my story. I wish it wasn't true, but it is. I guess I'll do the only thing I can, which is start at the beginning.
I'm twenty-nine. I'm certainly what you would call an "attractive" person. I have medium length blond hair and deep blue eyes. I run. A lot. I pride myself in being in really good shape, and the effect all that exercise has on my lower body. Once in college a random person came up to me and said "You have the sexiest legs I've ever seen." While it was kind of a turn-on, it was also pretty creepy as well. I thanked him, and then got out of the library as fast as possible.
I have...well, nice breasts. They aren't huge. They aren't small. They are real. I definitely like my body, and I'm not afraid to show it off, as I dress in clothes that tend to hug my body, and I certainly get a lot of attention when I do.
I'm not currently dating anyone....but six months ago, when all of this happened, I was. His name was Doug. Good guy, but certainly not Mr. Right. We had a pretty good sex life, I guess you could say, but truth be told, I was pretty tame when it came to sex. Always had been. Even though I got asked out a lot, and hit on a lot, I was pretty insecure (aren't we all), and pretty naive. I came from a town in Texas and was sort of taught that "good girls" don't do those kind of things. Doug was a little frustrated by that, but still we had sex a few times a week. Pretty straight forward. Him on top....me underneath. Nothing really crazy to say the least.
Doug worked with a consulting company. He had gone to business school. I worked in real estate. It was mostly a pain, and certainly not the job I wanted for the rest of my life...but it paid the bills, and I was pretty good at it (though honestly, I think most people bought the home I sold to them because they liked looking at my breasts and ass while I sold it to them).
So all was good....until that day. My boyfriend was going out of town like he did most weeks. We were in a small condo in the Boston area, and he was flying somewhere warm (it was December). That morning he got up early, and was actually kind of horny, but I was tired and told him that I wasn't really in the mood. He was bummed, but I promised him I would make it up to him when he returned. He left the condo about 7 a.m.
At about 1 p.m. he texted me that he had landed and that he missed me. I had spent most of the morning procrastinating, and figured I needed to get moving on looking at some properties, so I got dressed in a nice skirt and a tight top and was about to head out. Life seemed normal. Little did I know.
I never saw the guy coming. Never even had a chance. He was on me before I could even register what was going on, and even afterwards it took my brain several seconds to realize what was happening. He grabbed me from behind. He was big. Taller than Doug for sure, and very strong. He wrapped his hand over my mouth and pulled me hard up against him.
"Don't move. Don't you fucking move," he hissed into my ear. I tried to scream and he pulled his hand even tighter. I felt something solid and metal in his other hand press against my ribs. "This is a gun. If you make a sound, I will kill you. Understand? Now stop moving!"
I froze. My breath was coming in heavy gasps, and I tried to decipher what was going on. We lived in a place where there was an outdoor fire escape, and I had always been worried about someone sneaking into that window. Doug had put a large wooden stake on it, and always said that we were fine. It was a nice neighborhood. Nobody would try to come in that way, he would say, and if they did someone would surely see them. But my worst fears seemed to be proving true. A tug on the hand over my mouth brought me back to the moment.
"I'm going to walk you over towards the bed. Move you feet slowly with mine," he said. I did as he said, though my mind was already thinking of an escape. He must have sensed that. "If you try anything - anything at all - I will kill you. This is not my first time breaking into a home, and trust me, I have killed people before. Don't be stupid. Do as I say and you will live." He walked me forward to the edge of the bed. "Now, I need you to bring your right hand back behind your back. Do it very, very slowly." There wasn't much room, but I pulled it back behind me. "I'm going to let go of your mouth with my hand," he said, but as he did so he brought the other hand up around, and pressed the gun to the back of my head. "If you make a sound at all, I will kill you right here."
He released his left hand from my mouth. I was panting in total fear, and I realized that I had a chance to scream. I could do so at the top of my lungs, and maybe that would call his bluff and he would leave. But I also thought about his words. Something in them really scared me. I thought that if I did scream it would be the last noise I ever made.
"Good girl," he said calmly. "Now I'm going to slip something over your right wrist." I heard a noise behind me, a rustling from near his waist, and I realized he must have some kind of bag around his shoulder. I felt something cold and solid wrap around my wrist, and then it clicked tight. It was a handcuff. "That's good. Now bring your other arm behind you." Trembling, I brought it back. He clipped the other side of the handcuff around my wrist. My arms were now secure behind me.
The moment they were he threw me forward. I was surprised with how quickly he moved. In a flash he had something that he was tying around my head. It was some kind of bandana. He told me to open my mouth, and he pulled it tightly into it, greatly impeding my ability make any sustained noise. Then he grabbed my feet, and with a few motions he slipped something around them and tied them in a manner to the handcuffs behind my back. They weren't super tight, but it was clearly uncomfortable with both of my legs bent back behind me. Then he pulled me forward a few feet and put a pillow over my head. "As I said, don't fucking move."
I sat there with my body shaking from fear, as I heard him set whatever it was he was wearing on the ground. When he did, it made a heavy sound. There were other metal objects inside whatever he had brought. Then he was moving around the bed, and doing something to it. He lifted up the corners down near my feet, one at a time, and I could hear something sliding along the hard wood floors we had. Then he slid something under the mattress. He had to lift up a decent section of it, and I could tell that he was sliding something both behind and in front of me. I could hear some metal sliding sounds, like he was buckling something.
He slid me up again, lifting me up under my arms, and then untied my legs from the rope. Before I had a chance to even think about what was happening, he took one of them, and pulled it down and over to the right. Then I felt something slip around my ankle. With a slight tug, my leg was pulled firmly down, with the foot just slightly off the bed. He then took my left leg and did the same thing. My legs were now spread open, and secure to whatever he had put on the end of the bed. And that's when it hit me. He was going to rape me. I was now tied to the bed, and unable to move, and my legs were spread apart. The terror that came with that moment was awful.
I began thrashing on the bed, and screaming into the cloth that was in between my lips. He quickly jumped up on my back and forcefully pushed down on my head. "Stop screaming this instant! Do not make me hurt you." Tears flowed down my cheeks, but I stopped moving. Then he said something that made my heart lift a little. "I'm going to take this rag out of your mouth for just a second, and you are going to tell me any and every place you have money or jewelry in the house, and then I'm going to search there, and if I find anything you didn't tell me about, you will regret it terribly."
He was a thief. Maybe this was just about robbery! He took the rag out and I slowly panted, "We have some cash in the kitchen area in a can that says baked beans. I have jewelry in the top right drawer over there. I think my boyfriend keeps some cash in his top drawer, but I'm not sure if he hides any around. I promise."
The man on top of me gently stroked my hair. "Good girl," he said again. "You have a great voice. Now stay here and be quiet."
For the next ten minutes he emptied out all of the drawers in our bedroom. He did the same in the bathroom. Then he left the bedroom and I could hear him going through drawers in the kitchen. After a while he came back in. I could hear that he must have brought a chair with him, because he sat it down next to the bed.
"I'm going to ask you a few questions now," he said. "I don't want you to say anything. I just want you to nod your head yes or no. Do you understand? If so, nod your head yes."
I nodded.
"That's great. I need you to understand something. I am a professional. I do this all the time. Do you understand that?"
I nodded.
"And I will not hesitate to kill you, do you understand?"
Again, I nodded.
"I've been watching you for a long time. A few weeks, in fact. I know a great deal about you. Your name is Dawn, is that correct?"
