haven’t finished yet…
She awoke startled. Opening her eyes, everything was pitch black. Her throat constricted, unable to scream as she could feel the base of his fingers perfectly placed over her larynx to stop her screaming and his thumb on the right side digging into her neck and his index and middle finger on the left side, all positioned perfectly to restrict blood flow. She tried to sit up, move away, but could feel his shin, sharp across her chest holding her down. Her arms unable to move up more than a few centimetres. She could feel the shift in his weight as he bent down, his scent vaguely familiar, his breath on her ear as he said “I came back early and you told me you never lock the back door”, she could hear the evil smile in his tone.
He ripped the covers off, leaving the sheet covering her. “Now, I want you to start touching yourself, slut”. She gingerly moved her hand slowly over her thigh, between her legs. Touching herself, feeling fearful.