Breaking His Dancer

Chapter One Her alarm blared loudly, jarring Sammy from the wonderful dream she had been having about beaches, margaritas, and tall handsome men. Groaning, she rolled over and turned it off. Seven AM was, in her opinion, entirely too early to be waking up. But alas, duties such as mothering her child called. Sitting up, she stretched her arms above her head and, yawning, stood to throw on her robe. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and let out a sigh. Her face was still flawless. Full plump pink lips, tawny slightly tanned olive complexion, not a single blemish marred her skin save for the dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her blonde hair, normally curled and falling around her face, currently sat in a wispy and half undone bun atop her head. But her body, that was the reason for the long suffering sigh. Once she had been a tall and lithe dancer. She had been slim, with long limbs and dainty features. Her body was ethereal, perfection, lean, without an ounce of cellulite on her. But now she had very clearly gained some weight. She was still beautiful, a little bit of weight could never take that away. But she had some weight on her belly, and a small spattering of stretch marks across her stomach. Her arms were no longer lean and toned, and her hips were almost three sizes wider than they had been. She was still a knockout, but man, she couldn't help but think about what she looked like before she had her son. Thinking of her son she smiled. She put her hand on her belly for a moment as if she could still remember what it was like to have him growing inside her body. There were days where she still wished she could put the little boy back into her body where she could keep him safe from the world. Even if the thought was unrealistic it certainly brought a great deal of comfort just imagining it. With another tired sigh she turned from the mirror and padded down the hallway bare footed, heading to her little boy's room to get him ready for school. The hall was painted in a creamy beige color. It was something she had picked out specifically because of its neutral but soft feminine tone. There were photos of her and her son hung randomly on the walls, accented with some pretty crystal wall sconces she had found at a garage sale for cheap. The house was immaculate as always, she cleaned so often some of her friends would joke about her being OCD. Still, despite the almost sterile cleanliness, her house always felt completely like home. “Jeremy, get up, baby. It's time for school.” She knocked on his door. He opened it immediately. “I was already awake, Mom.” She couldn't help but smile, he was a very responsible kid, often waking himself up for school and even preparing his own lunches. Still, she couldn't quite let go of trying to wake him up in the mornings. He was her baby after all. Her only baby. And if her love life was any indication, probably the only baby she would ever have. Reaching out, she ruffled his adorable brown curls. He scrunched his nose at her in response. His eyes were the same ocean blue as hers. His face was round and cherub-like, a dusting of freckles splattered lightly across his nose. He looked every bit the adorable all American little boy. “I know, darling, but you know I'm still going to make sure.” He smiled and shook his head, coming out of his room already dressed for the day. Just like her little grown up man, always prepared, always trying to take care of her as much as she did him. As per usual his bed was already made. He had a few toys strewn about on the floor, but for the most part his room was tidy. Posters of his favorite video games adorned the walls. In one corner he had a tv with a playstation, and a huge mound of video games piled atop each other sitting on the floor next to it. His walls were painted blue and red, his room decorated in a lego theme, one of his favorite toys. Especially from when he was younger. His bedspread and pillow cases were lego themed as well, and his bedside table and lamp were made to look like actual legos, pulling the whole look together. They made their way into the kitchen, the smell of coffee from the automatic coffee maker instantly perking Sammy up a bit. After all, coffee was life. They both decided on pancakes for breakfast: which were quickly made, and just as quickly eaten. Seven year old boys were nothing if not hollow pits of hunger. Sometimes she speculated that her boy could eat an entire elephant if he tried hard enough. After breakfast it was time to head to the school bus, which Sammy still walked Jeremy to each morning. To her it was an important part of their morning ritual. And another thing that she couldn't let go of, despite his obvious want for independence. She kissed his cheek and watched as he boarded the bus, waving as it drove off. She chuckled as he rolled his eyes, putting on a show for his friends. But he gave her that million dollar smile that showed her he still secretly loved their goodbyes. With a resigned sigh she turned back towards the house, ready to start a long day of paperwork, looking forward to the plans she had made with her best friend, Felicity, later in the day. She and Felicity had been best friends since she moved to this town, still pregnant with Jeremy. They had met at a cafe called “the bookish bean”. She was desperately looking for a job, as her little nest egg of money would run out eventually, and she wanted so badly to be certain that her son would have a wonderful life. They had hit it off right away, and Felicity had offered her a job on the spot. Sammy had not known at the time that Fels had been the owner of that cafe. That was the first time that she had finally felt a sense of hope for the future. And it was from that first opportunity she found it in her to fight so hard for the life she and Jeremy had now. It was on the way back inside that she found the note taped to the windshield of her car. She had almost missed it, lost in thought as she walked towards her door. But there it was, glaring at her, a hastily scrawled nightmare on cheap notebook paper. The moment she saw it her stomach dropped into her feet. Her hands began to shake. She knew what this was. This was the fourth one this week, all with various descriptions of the terrible and depraved things that the author wished to do to her. Fingers trembling, she plucked the note off her windshield and ran back inside, thankful that she had found this after Jeremy got on the bus and not before. This was not something she wanted to expose him to if she could help it. Fighting back tears, she tore open the note and read it before throwing it in the trash. She didn't know how much longer she could take this and stay sane. She had called the police once already, and they had filed a report, but since there was no signature and no way to figure out who may be leaving these notes there wasn't much that they could do. They had promised to patrol her neighborhood more frequently, but that seemed to make little difference. Her whole body shook. Her breath came in jagged, uneven pants as she dialed her best friend's number. Felicity answered on the first ring, as per usual. “What’s up, Sammy baby?” Sam drew in a ragged breath before answering tearfully. “It happened again, Fels. I found another note. This one with a detailed plan on how he would kidnap me, and how he would murder my kid so that I would be only his.” She couldn't hold back the tears that burst forth with that statement. The more she said it out loud the more terrifying her situation became. “I don't know what to do anymore. I'm so scared and the police aren't doing much to help. They keep telling me that they can't do much without more info than a few notes to go on. What if one day this maniac breaks into my house? What if one day he actually hurts my baby? I'm so, so scared, Felicity.” Once the hysterics and the tears began to escape, she could no longer control them. She could feel herself slipping into the abyss of another panic attack, on the verge of hyperventilating. She had hoped that this wasn't something she would experience again, that it would remain a relic from her past, but it seemed like these notes had pushed her over the edge once again. She fought to draw in a breath, but it seemed like the harder she tried the more ragged her breathing became, until it felt as though her lungs could not expand to hold air at all. The world around her started to get fuzzy, her mind becoming disconnected with the rest of her body, the fear and panic causing her to go completely numb. The world spun, and she pushed herself to remember the calming techniques she had learned in therapy when the panic attacks first began, but no matter how hard she tried her brain would not focus. She felt herself spiral further and further out of control, time stretching on like an eternity, despite the fact that it had been only a few seconds. But then Felicity's voice escaped from the phone, like a cool and soothing balm across a burn as she spoke, helping her to hang on to reality, even if just by a thread. “It’s okay, Sammy baby. I know you're scared. I'm going to come straight over to your house, and we are gonna search the entire place to make sure everything's okay. We're gonna double check all your locks, and we're gonna make sure it's secure. But I can't do that if you're passed out on the floor from a panic attack, okay?” Sammy nodded, not immediately realizing that her best friend couldn't hear a nod over the phone. “Okay, Fels. I'll put on another pot of coffee and wait for you.” She inhaled deeply, trying her best to quell the fear that was kicking her body into overdrive. “Hurry, please. I….I need you.” Her voice shook. “I know, Sam. I'm on my way. I'll be there in ten.” She hung up the phone, and Sammy wandered into the kitchen ready to make a fresh pot. She busied herself with the mundane, putting soothing music on in the background as she cleaned the breakfast dishes and prepared the table for her best friend's visit. Keeping her hands busy helped burn off some of the excess energy from the anxiety attack, and gave her a sense of peace and home. Almost as an afterthought, she put out a plate of cookies on the table. Her favorite Christmas tin cookies, left over from the holiday the month before. Surveying the kitchen she was fairly satisfied with the result. Her kitchen was once again returned to its original tidy state. The walls, the same creamy beige as the hallway, were adorned with photos of Paris, her favorite place in the world. The table was covered with a pretty lace runner that she kept in pristine white condition. The same crystal wall sconces that were in the hallway hung on the walls of the kitchen as well. By the time she was finished with her cleaning and prepping, a knock rang out on the door. In spite of all her fear, she smiled to herself, running to the door to open it and welcome her best friend. When she opened it, nobody was there. Confused, she stood in the doorway for a moment, wondering if she had lost her mind. Movement around the edge of her house caught her attention. Narrowing her eyes, she peered in the direction of the movement, too afraid to wander over and see what it might be. Just as she began willing her feet to move, she saw Felicity’s car pull up into her driveway. Heart hammering against her ribs, she stepped out onto the front patio and closed the door. There on the front of her door was another note. She opened it to see the messy scrawl that had been haunting her for the past few weeks. “Soon you will be mine forever. Nobody can help you. Your friend can't help you”. Felicity snatched the note out of her hands as she came up beside her. Saying nothing she led her back into the house, closing and locking the front door behind her. Dazed, Sammy blindly followed her to the kitchen table, her mind a cacophonous rumble of thoughts and emotions all vying for her attention. Felicity sat her in one of the dining room chairs and set one of the steaming mugs of coffee she had just prepared in front of her. She handed her a cookie and gave her a pointed look. “Eat, Sammy. Drink your coffee, breathe, and then talk.” Nodding she sipped her coffee, grateful that her best friend knew her so well. As she sat at the kitchen table, her nerves began to calm a little bit more. Sanity returned to her slowly, and her mind began to compartmentalize the events of the day. The rational part of her knew that she couldn't very well just pack up her son and move him and herself halfway across the country. They had to strategize, plan, come up with a way to catch this bastard. The momma bear part of her brain however, wanted nothing more than to do the latter. Finally more calmed, she recounted the events of the morning in painstaking detail, hoping that maybe Felicity might notice something that she didn't. She listened with rapt attention, soaking in her every word. The longer she talked, the more anger dawned on her best friend’s face, and the more safe and somewhat sane Sammy began to feel. By the time she was done with her story, her mug was empty, she had eaten three of the cookies, her breathing was even, and her best friend was determined to find a way to keep her safe. “Okay” said Felicity. “The first step I think we should take would be to change the locks on all of your doors. This creep hasn't tried to get into your house yet, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a way in. Better safe than sorry right?” Sammy nodded, immediately standing up ready to complete the task. “Okay. Let's head to the store. We can change the locks, and while we are at it we can reinstate my security service, that way I will get a notification if anyone tries to break in. And it will notify the police” Felicity nodded “I think we should put some protection on your windows as well, maybe some light bars?” Sammy hesitated, worried that the bars on the windows would scare her son, but eventually agreed with felicity, she would rather her son be scared than be dead. “Okay, we can get some of those as well, but she need to install them inside the window, not outside, so that they are harder to remove” Felicity grabbed her keys and gave Sammy a firm nod. “Okay love lets go” The trip to the store was a short one. Since they were already out, they bought longer screws to put into the doorframes as well, ensuring that it would be more difficult for an intruder to kick down the door. Installing the new locks was quick and easy, and afterwards Felicity sat with her while she called and reinstated her security service as well. The bars were surprisingly easy to install as well. They were five bars each, held together by two welded bars on the top and bottom. There were several pre-made holes in the metal bars to screw the bars into the window frame itself. It would be fairly simple for someone with a lot of strength to push them off the window frame, especially held in with screws (they were long and thick screws, but still very fallible), but it would take a good amount of effort, and that would at least give them time to get to safety. With all of these tasks complete she felt somewhat safer. And at the very least felt as though she had accomplished something in the way of keeping herself and her boy safe. After everything was finished, she said goodbye to her best friend and promised to call her later that night. She didn't want her to leave, in fact the last thing she wanted was to be alone. But she knew that life had to go on, that hiding away from everything would just be letting the asshole win. She had several showings that day, and on top of that she needed to get to her office and get as much paperwork processed as she could. Bills didn't pay themselves. Nor did her employees, and payday was less than a week away. She could hire an accountant to complete her payroll, but with less than five full time employees she saw no need to pay exorbitant fees for something she could do on her own in a couple of hours. Of course, most days she wasn't being stalked by a creepy homicidal psycho, and she was far more capable of concentrating on numbers than presently. She arrived at the office well after noon, her secretary giving her a concerned look as she passed through the front doors. She shook her head subtly. She was not going there right now. Better to focus on work than to try and explain to another person the crazy that was currently happening in her life. The rest of the work day went off without a hitch. She sold two of the homes she showed. One of them going to a lovely older couple, who were looking to downsize now that all of their children and grandchildren had grown and moved away. That showing went splendidly, and she was thoroughly charmed by the older gentleman by the time it was done. She left that appointment with a big smile on her face. The second one was a young woman who was just moving out on her own. It was apparent that she came from money, both in her haughty demeanor, and in the fact that she could afford to buy her own home by the age of nineteen. That showing went just as well, though dealing with the spoiled girl left a bitter taste in her mouth. Still, it was well worth it when the client signed over a nice sized check. On top of all of this she also completed her entire payroll, and even managed to get ahead of some of the paperwork for next week. On the way home she decided to stop off and get take out for dinner. There was an amazing Chinese place on the way home that her son absolutely adored. He could eat two orders of their crab puffs all on his own, and seeing the smile on his face would surely make her feel far more cheerful after the events of the day. Armed with Chinese food and a new sense of security she picked her son up from the babysitters and headed home. # He watched from the shadows as the object of his obsession arrived home. He practically salivated as he observed her walking into her house with her son, the thought of the sheer terror she would feel when she saw what he had done sending chills of excitement down her spine. There had been many other women throughout his lifetime that he had found and made his. But this woman was exceptional in that she had managed to hold his attention for much longer than any of the others. Something about her innocence piqued his interest, made him long to corrupt it in the best way possible. He could close his eyes and imagine the sweet melody of her screams. He imagined she would be a shrill, high pitched, but melodic sort of screamer. The perfect symphony to the glorious things he longed to do to her body. Would she beg? Would she cry? Would she feel free when he murdered her son in front of her? Would she truly appreciate the awesomeness of his love for her? The end result would be the same. It always ended the same. He would finally get the chance to bring the woman home, to show her his love. To let her feel the pain, and ecstasy that made up his feelings for her. They would always scream, and cry, and beg. Ungrateful brats, never once stopping to think about the effort he put into loving them. To capturing them. To making them his. He would give his world to these women, and each one of them would always reject him. Still, he never gave up on finding the one. And as he watched the beautiful lithe blonde carry chinese takeout into her home, smiling and chatting with that wretched son of hers, he felt a sliver of hope. Could she be the one who would finally accept him and all he had to offer her? The pain, the pleasure, the sheer perfection of the terror that only he could inspire? His c**k twitched at the idea as he toyed with what he would do to her first. The last woman he had brought home, he had tied down and f****d endlessly. He had started out showing her just the pleasure he could offer, using all manner of vibrators and toys on her body. Making her c*m over and over again, despite the way she screamed in protest. It was when her cries began to mirror that of a lover, that he began to show her his real talent. He had started with small lacerations across her body, created with a thin whip that he had made himself. Of course after each of these, he had f****d her senseless. Ensuring that she orgasmed so many times that she could hardly speak. He had even given her body time to recover before getting to the heavier things. That had been his first mistake. Letting her get some of her strength back was what gave her the idea that she could escape him in the first place. He couldn't let her get away with that, the ungrateful b***h. He had beat her until her entire body was nothing but a mass of purple and yellow bruises. And then when he had given her the opportunity to apologize, she refused. Choosing instead to spit at him. It was then that he had realized that she wasn't the one. That she would never be what he needed her to be. So, as a final goodbye, he had wrapped a rope around her neck, and f****d her until she was dead. The orgasm as he watched the life leave her eyes had been exquisite. The most perfect way to end his time with her that he could have ever dreamt of. And now, as he watched his dancer from afar, he began to imagine what types of fun things he would get to do to her. Excitement tingled through him, making his heart race, his pulse quickening as he grew uncomfortably hard inside his jeans. Soon he would have her. Soon, she would scream his name. # At first she didn't notice anything was off. She unlocked her front door, Jeremy running ahead of her to set the table. The clean smell of home gave her a sense of comfort, helping her to feel far more relaxed than she had in days. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that her security system was disarmed, but she dismissed the thought, assuming she had forgotten to set it. She followed him into the kitchen, smiling at his boyish excitement. “I'll be right back, baby. I'm gonna run and change out of my work clothes.” Jeremy nodded and she wandered back towards her bedroom, glad for a cheerful end to a horrendous day. The first thing she noticed was the odd breeze when she opened her bedroom door. Her mouth fell open in shock, and her stomach lurched at the sight of her bedroom. The bed was torn apart, blankets tossed askew across it. The mattress lay sideways on the frame. The curtains around her bed were torn off. Her dresser was open, and several pairs of her underwear were obviously already missing. The rest of her bedroom was in shambles, her closet door torn off the hinges, and clothing flung around the room at random. The window to her bedroom was shattered, the bars torn completely off, leaving huge holes in the wood where the screws had been ripped out. Rain from the January storm that had followed them home fell in sheets on the carpet. Her heart thudded as she turned and ran to the kitchen, her eyes wide with terror. Her mind repeated one thing over and over. Protect my boy, keep him safe. When she got to the kitchen, Jeremy had just finished setting the table. One look at his mom was all it took for him to spring into action. “Momma, what’s wrong?” He came to her and threw his arms around her. “What happened?” She held onto her baby, squeezing him in a death grip, fighting back tears with every ounce of her willpower. “Baby, it looks like somebody has broken into the house. My bedroom is all torn up. We need to call the police, and then we need to leave. In fact, get in the car, we will call them on the way. We don't know if someone is still in the house.” Jeremy nodded and immediately grabbed his coat. He looked so calm, and if she didn't know her son better she would think that he was, but she could see the wild glint of fear behind her boy's eyes. Her heart broke at the sight, trying to imagine how terrifying this might be for a seven year old boy. Still, he didn't argue, jumping to immediate action, just like her little man. He slipped his shoes back on, and led his mom out the front door and to the car by her hand. He’d had the forethought to grab her coat and purse as well, which had her keys and cell phone in it. Within moments they were on the road to Felicity's house, her ever strong and brave son on the phone with the police. “We were broken into. We're currently driving to my aunt’s house. My mom didn't know if the person who broke in was still in the home.” James nodded as he listened to something the operator said. “Yes, someone can meet us there. My mom is driving. She can’t talk on the phone.” He listened for a few more minutes before reciting his aunty felicity's address and hanging up the call. “A cop is going to meet us at Aunt Fels house and someone's going to check out our house. Everything gonna be okay, Momma.” She gave her son a watery smile, wanting to be strong for him. “You’re so brave, baby. I believe you, my big strong boy.” She reached over and squeezed his hand, but her mind still whirled. She just hoped that her son was right and that they would be okay.