Why am I afraid of the dark, you ask? Let me tell you the story about why I have a fear of the night and the lights being out. One night I was fast asleep in my own bed. I heard a thump and a shuffle in the darkness. Sitting up quickly, I called out into the darkness. Who’s there? Answer me! Who’s in my home?
Afraid
But I was met with silence and maybe some heavy breathing. I wasn’t sure if I should get up and look around or stay in bed in the safety of my blankets. I chose the latter and tried to listen for more sounds. But I didn’t hear anything else. No other sounds came to me from the blackness of the night around me in my apartment. Maybe I was hearing things and had just startled myself awake.
I laid back, still listening for sounds that didn’t belong. But not hearing anything further, I closed my eyes and let myself drift back to sleep. I don’t think I had been asleep very long when I was woken suddenly again. This time with a hand slapped over my face and a heavy weight covering my body. Warm fetid breath wafted over my face as I struggled to get away. But he was too heavy and strong compared to my petite frame.
He shifted and I heard his zipper being slid down. His mouth lowered down to my ear. “I’m going to fuck every hole you have. Maybe even more than once.” He informed me in a hoarse ominous whisper.
So, I felt him shift again enough to pull my blankets out from between us. “I think I’m going to start with this sweet little ass first to get us off on the right foot. I want you to understand exactly who’s in charge here.”
Zesty Zoey
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