1.That Intruder

SHE'S VAGUELY AWARE of those things that were surrounding her. She heard heavy footsteps pacing back and forth in her room. But she didn't know who it was. She has never invited a stranger into her room so it must be someone she knew or an intruder. She have to get up and put some clothes on as she realised her nakedness beneath her blanket. But she couldn't move. She opened her eyes and saw a silhouette of a figure that's been pacing inside her room.

"Oh you're awake," that familiar heavy voice said. "You turn me on, Dear. I didn't know that you're actually a naked sleeper."

How'd you get in here!? She tried to ask in panic. But her voice wouldn't come out. And it's too blur to make out his face.

"Don't worry, I love you and I want to make love to you," he scoffed as he touched her breast roughly.

No! Don't touch me! She screamed but nothing came out. She couldn't even move. It was obvious that she was drugged. But she could feel his finger on her skin. And she saw him lowered his head, making her recognise who he was.

That familiar voice, that crooked smile and that hairy face! No! It's impossible! But it's him! She recognised him! She knew him! How could he do this to her?!

Everything had happened so painstakingly slow. She couldn't make it whether she felt disgust or hot, and he's inside her, ravaging her. She glared at him.

"Oh, I loved your eyes!" he said as he humped her, r*ped her. "Fiery eyes! Yes, hate me more!"

No, she could feel the coldness of the steel that's pressing her neck, the sharpness of the edge of that steel which was trying to cut her neck. Her long fair skinned neck.

Slowly, with the precision move, that knife sank into her neck, severing her vein. She could feel her blood, warm and sticky, gushing out of her open wound. She tried to stop it but her hands were tied up. No, her consciousness was slipping away. She realised that she's going to die.