Chased

INTRUDER

She gave me clear instructions not to open the door for anyone before leaving. She also explained that there would be a guard placed outside my door at all times and for a second I felt safe. I collected my bag and walked towards the bedroom and found a huge spacious room with a view overlooking the city. The furniture in the room was of dark mahogany with pale white walls and blue tapestry. I unpacked placing my clothes inside the armoire and my toiletries in the bathroom. My stomach growled in protest, I hadn’t eaten breakfast before I left so I made my way to the kitchen to find it fully stocked. I decided to make buttermilk pancakes. I ate them with maple syrup in the living area replaying the events of the previous day over and over in my head.

Not knowing how to pass the time I called my parents and informed them of the situation careful not to mention anything about my location. I assured them I would be safe and that I would home before they knew it. I cleaned up the kitchen before going to the bathroom and taking a warm bath. It was probably around 9.30 when I decided to take a nap. When I woke up it was around 3.00 in the afternoon. I had overslept, I was more tired than I had thought. I made some tea and had some butter cookies with it. It was eerily quiet. I was starting to feel homesick already, I wished I was in my house with my parents and my brothers. I couldn’t help the situation so I decided to watch some cable TV. The story about the bomb was on most the news channels. I saw Officer Gina giving an interview. She was talking about that them already having caught one of the murderers was on the lookout for the dominant partner. I shivered. They still hadn’t caught him. I thought about how long it may take for them to capture the man. I spent the rest of the afternoon watching the news and reading a book.

It was as I was making dinner when I noticed something odd, the living room balcony glass door was slid open. I couldn’t remember opening it but anyways I went and closed it as it was creating a draft in the room. I had a simple dinner of veggies and baked fish. I was getting ready for bed when I heard a commotion outside the door. I stood at the entrance of the bedroom and listened but couldn’t hear anything. Next thing I know I heard a keycard opening the penthouse door. I knew something was wrong. I ran into the bedroom and locked the door. Not long after I heard footsteps in the hall way leading up to my bedroom. I held my breath. Whoever it was on the other side jiggled the door handle. “I know you’re in there, come on out I just want to talk.” A shiver ran down my spine, I recognized the voice. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Officer Gina. She picked up on the second ring “He’s here, please help” I whispered to her staring at the door all the while. All I heard was static on the other side, the connection must have gotten lost. “Well if you aren’t going to come out I guess I’ll have to come to you” I hid under the bed hoping and praying to god that he won’t find me.    

The following Chapter contains r**e, s*x and violence. trigger warning, I advise skipping the following chapter if you get triggered by the above mentioned.

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I heard the lock open and the person enter the room. He walked and bang opened a door which I guessing was the bathroom door. I gulped down a sob. “You locked my girlfriend in jail and now the cops are looking for me, why couldn’t you be a good little girl and kept your mouth shut?” next thing I know I am being pulled from under the bed by my legs. I screamed, standing over me was the man who had been responsible for the bombing. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up. I kicked and screamed at him. He had me in a vice like grip preventing me from getting away. He struck me across my face which shocked me in to silence. I cupped my bruised cheek looking at him with anger. He gave me wicked smile and pulled out a gun. There was a sudden knock on the door. “Piper are you ok?” it was Officer Gina. He pressed the gun against my temple and whispered me to reply that I was fine and not to scream because he wouldn’t hesitate to shoot me. 

“Yes, I am fine just had called to check in on the situation but I guess the reception was bad that I couldn’t get through to you”. “Do you need anything?” I looked at him still with the pointed gun before saying “No, its ok. I just need some rest that’s all.” Gina left and we were left alone again. He said “You’re such an obedient little girl.” He suddenly exclaimed “I know! I will make you my accomplice.” I trembled looking at him with his gun still pointed at me. He suddenly grabbed my hair and dragged me by it to the bedroom. He threw me towards the bed. I stumbled and fell face down on the bed. Before I could get up he pressed me down holding me in place. He pulled both my hands behind and tied my hand up using what I think is a tie-clip, he released me and stepped back, I struggled to try and stand up. All I know was he was staring at me from behind. I heard him let out a slow whistle “Damn b***h got some booty, well this won’t be too bad” he said. Suddenly he grabbed me by my hips and made me stand up straight and….” I paused and looked at my mum and dad whose faces were red with tears before continuing. “and he tore my shorts to shreds as well as my top, he undressed himself… he was already aroused. I crossed my legs as he tried to gain access to my core. He reached for something on the floor and the next thing I know he grabs one of legs and tied it with a cord and tied it one of the posters of the bed. I crossed my leg again but this time he pulled my leg with ease securing it as he had with my other leg. It was my most vulnerable moment , I had no way of escaping. He had his way with me taking his sweet time in torturing me. He smoked cigarettes and burnt me with the cigarette butt. He pushed a light bulb in to my cervix, which made me lose my virginity and then he pushed his s*x inside and came over and over again inside me saying that he wants me to carry his baby. He had me tied up while he whipped me with his leather belt on my back saying he wanted to see how much I could take before I started bleeding. He would make me talk to Gina with his gun pointed at my head whenever she came to check on me. He r***d me over and over again until yesterday. He made me take a pregnancy test. The result was positive both times I took it. He smiled triumphantly once he knew. He warned me not to leave, he didn’t tie me this time when he left. I laid on the bed crying myself to sleep.