The wind blew harder then Eva had ever seen. She watched outside as the trees bent and the sheets of rain swamped the streets. Her blood ran cold and chills covered her flesh. She had never seen such a violent storm. The radio danced between weather reports and ear rattling static. The lights had been out for over four hours now and she was beginning to get scared.
Christ, Eva, get a grip, she thought to herself as she lit another candle.
Her husband, Chris, was away on one of his business trips and she was not accustomed to being alone in storms, especially one this angry. She wished he was here right now to hold her and reassure her that everything would be okay.
Eva was 34 years old and suddenly realized just how alone she was. She had no kids, no family to speak of and her husband was 2,000 miles away. She fought the urge to cry as she looked out the window again. Her fingers shook as she gripped the heavy blue curtains that surrounded her living room window. Her heart was racing and her pep talk was quickly losing its grip. Just then, the phone rang, serving only to frighten her further.
"Hello?" she said, as she watched the lightning streak across the midnight sky.
"Eva, that's not really a smart thing to do, ya know, answering the phone during such a violent storm," said a man's voice on the other end.
"Who is this?" she said, taking a seat in a corner chair, "Hello? Who is this?"
"You'll find out soon enough," he said, and abruptly hung up the phone.
Eva sat there, momentarily, staring at the white phone receiver, not really sure what to think. She looked over at the front door to make sure it was locked. She jumped up quickly and made the rounds inside her apartment, carefully checking all the windows and finally the back door. When she was satisfied that all were locked tightly, she drew her living room curtains closed and headed for her bedroom. Even though the storm still fought violently outside her window, she was getting sleepy and thought perhaps it would help to pass the night along if she just slept through it.
Hours later, Eva was awakened by a thump coming from her kitchen. Without even thinking, she jumped from the warm embrace of her quilt and ventured through the darkness to find that culprit.
She looked in the bathroom first, finding nothing, she passed through the hallway only to be met by a warm leather glove across her mouth.
"Don't say a fucking word," whispered a man over her left shoulder, "If you scream, you die, can you remember that?"
Eva nodded her head yes and was drug backwards into her bedroom. Her heart was thumping so hard she felt as though it would positively explode. She was thrown onto her bed, tempted to scream, but who would hear her? No one was around.
"Remember your phone call earlier?" he asked, almost in a whisper.
She didn't respond. Her throat felt as though it had closed up and she couldn't even manage a whimper.
"I told you you would find out soon enough who I was, and, as promised, here I am," he said, "Don't worry, Eva, you and I are going to have alot of fun."
Eva swallowed hard and reached around in the darkness for the knife she kept under her pillow, but it was nowhere to be found.
"Looking for this?" he asked, sliding the cold blade across her trembling bottom lip, "I found this jewel a few days ago."
"Who are you?" she asked, finally managing to speak in a whisper, "Why are you doing this?"
"Well," he said, "To answer your first question, I am a man who is obsessed with you. And as for your second question, I am doing this because my obsession for you knows no boundaries."
"Obsession?" she said, fighting back her tears,"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Now now, Eva, nice girls, such as yourself, don't use that kind of language," he whispered.
"Fuck you," she said, moving forward and slipping off the bed.
"Damnit, now I have to use force and I really didn't want to have to go that route," he said, snatching her up by her hair and pushing her face first into her bedroom wall.
"Please, I'm sorry, please don't hurt me," she pleaded, feeling the stranger's fingers sliding her nightgown up over her hips.
"Such a shame, a woman, hot as you, feels the need to cover up her body with a bulky nightgown," he whispered.
