“You son of a bitch,” I yell out in frustration. I’m not even going to check the door because I know it was them. The little fuckers did that on purpose and just completely ruined it. I was so close and disappeared like it was never there to begin with.
I clean and put the toys away before going to the shower. I’ve never felt so sexually frustrated before but whenever I step under the scalding hot water, it relaxes me. I wash my body before shaving everything and rinsing the conditioner out of my hair. When I shut the water off, I wrap my body and hair in towels. I’m about to take my towel off so I can get dressed, but the chime of my alarm system telling me that a door or window has been opened causes my heart to jump into my throat. Following that alert is the beeping of the alarm waiting for the code to be put in. I drop my towel and throw on a robe before I cautiously go to the alarm pad.
When I get to the front door, I see that it is closed but unlocked. I know I locked it because I always lock it. I turn the alarm off and go around, turning on every light to look for any possible intruder.As I’m doing this, I realize how stupid that is. If I have any concerns about someone being in my home, I should call the police. Upon my initial inspection, I don’t think anyone was in the house. There are plenty of places to hide so there’s no telling. I suppose I will either get killed in my sleep or I will wake up tomorrow morning and everything be okay.
I check the doors and windows again to make sure that they are locked before I go back to my room and put on a pair of underwear and an oversized T-shirt. The up-and-downs of the day have worn me out, so I climb into bed with my Kindle to read for a while. Interestingly enough, I am reading a stalker dark romance book. It’s lovely in the book but fucking terrifying in real life. At least, I think it is. I’ve never been stalked. Eventually, I do freak myself out because of the issue with my alarm system and stop reading. I check my doors and windows once more before turning off all of the lights and crawling back into bed. It doesn’t take long for me to slip into a deep sleep
I wake up to my alarm blaring throughout the house, demanding the code. I quickly jump up and race to my front door. Once again, I realize that that is a dumb idea and I should call the cops, but I’m already here. I shut off the alarm just in time for the company to call me. Not many people have a home phone, but I do for this reason. When things like this happen, they will call the house phone and then my cell phone. If no one answers the police are called.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Hi, this is Austin with SafeGuard. We show that your alarm system was recently triggered due to the password, not being put in.”
“Yeah. It’s been acting weird today. Everything’s fine,” I say.
“Can I verify your codeword, please?” he asks. It’s his job to be skeptical of people saying that I suppose.
“Drafting,” I say.
“Perfect. Thank you so much, Ms. Brown. Would you like me to send the police out as a precaution? I see that your alarm system has been triggered several times tonight.”
“Uh… no,” I say. “The police won’t be necessary. If the alarm is triggered again, can you set me up to automatically have them respond?” I ask.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says.
“Out of curiosity. What sensor is being tripped?” I ask.
“It says all of them, but this last one was the front door. The previous one was… I believe this is a garage door, he says.
“Right,” I say. “I have a door that leads to my backyard. You said that there were several. I only know of twice now that my alarm system has gone off.”
“Before this last time that triggered our call, it had gone off seven times before, but the code was input before our call was triggered,” he says.
“Uh. Right,” I say. “Well, I’m all good. Thank you.”
“Have a good evening, Ms. Brown,” he says. When I get off the call, I sense someone watching me. I do not get the feeling like I gotknowing the camera was there, but I feel a presence in the room with me. It’s not an entirely dreadful feeling, but it makes me feel uneasy. I would be willing to bet my entire yearly salary that it’s Adam and Logan.
I mess around on the alarm pad for a moment to have it check all of the sensors. I don’t fear my annoying neighbors murdering me, but I’m not going to be so naïve to think that it couldn’t be someone else. Really, I am wasting time before I turn around and have to face whoever is watching me right now. When I finally do work up the nerve to turn around, I am surprised to see that no one is in the room with me.
I immediately check every window and door to make sure that everything is locked again, only this time I find that my back door, the garage door leading to the backyard, and all of my windows are unlocked. I know damn well that I checked them and windows that I have never opened before are unlocked. I shove this feeling aside and go to my bedroom to check the window there. I would like to think that I would wake up if someone came through that window or into the room in general, but clearly, that’s not true. I find it not only is it unlocked, but it’s also open.
Now, I know Logan and Adam work with security companies. I’m very well aware that they have the knowledge to get past my alarm system. This further confirms that it’s them fucking with me. I doubt that they are in the house until I hear a sound behind me as I look out of my window at their dark house. The curtains in Logan‘s bedroom window are open and when I look closer, it appears as though someone is in bed. If he is there then who thefuck is behind me? Would they go as far as faking someone being in that bed to throw me off? Also, what is their goal? Are they looking to scare me so I will stop sending people to their houses, or do they have more nefarious intentions? I am hardly five feet tall, and they are both easily six foot five. If they have intentions of putting their hands on me, I have no way to fight back. I know that both easily could overpower me, but the thought of them overpowering me immediately makes my pussy clench at the thought of them forcing themselves inside of me. What the fuck is wrong with me?
After I take a deep breath and slowly turn around. I’m not surprised to find giant masked men dressed in all black standing in the doorway. I stare at them, not really knowing what to say or do. The masks are simple ski masks so the only thing that is showing are their bright blue eyes.
I’m trying to guess which one is which, but I’ve run out of time when the one on the left takes a small step toward me.
“What do you want?” I ask hurriedly as I step back.
I don’t even have to see their entire face to know that they are smiling at me. I can see it in their eyes just how absolutely giddy they look. I shift the direction that I am going when I slowly walk backward. It prompts both of them to slowly advance on me. As they get closer to me, they get further away from the entrance to my room. My goal is to get them far enough away so that I can sprint for the door. I try not to focus too much on that area of the room, so they don’t catch on. If I can get out to the hallway, I can easily get to the front door and out of this house. I don’t know where the fuck I’ll go but, I’ll go somewhere.
The other one is far enough away from the door now that I suddenly decide that this is the time I need to run. I abruptly sprint for the door and make it out of the room, but arms wrap around my waist just before I get slung to the ground. Something flips in my brain when one of the men pins me to the floor and I start fighting against his firm hold on me. Straddling my body with my arms pinned above my head so I bring my knees up to try and roll. This tactic works, but a little too well because all he does is roll me to my belly and pull my arms behind my back. All this does is just make me give up. I sigh heavily and rest my forehead on my hardwood floor.
I am pulled up from the ground with my arms still behind my back, and as the other man steps in front of me, the man secures my wrists with what seem to be zip ties.
I should be scared, but I’m just annoyed. Couldn’t they have done this before I went to bed or when I woke up tomorrow? Why did they have to do this while I was trying to sleep? The man holding me smells exactly like Adam. That very well could be my brain trying to prevent me from panicking, but it doesn’t bring me fear to think that it’s my annoying neighbors. I definitely pushed them so I knew that they would retaliate. I didn’t expect that to be sexual assault though. Is this actually sexual assault? Also, do they know I’m consenting, or do they think that I’m just bending to them and not fighting anymore?
I am taken back to my room, and they waste no time pulling my shirt off of me so that it gathers at my wrists. They then use this as a secondary restraint. One of them returns to standing in front ofme as the one behind me ties around my eyes before my underwear is pulled down. Suddenly, I am naked, restrained, and blindfolded. Hands are gently caressing my body as my heart pounds in my chest.