FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.
My heart is practically pounding through my chest as I take in my surroundings and come to understand the dire situation I'm currently faced with. I am lying vulnerably bound and exposed while a fucking psychopath is loose in my apartment. I glance up at the clock on the stove and see that it's only 3:30 am. I was out long enough for him to tie me up. Overwhelming fear washes over me, and I'm left vulnerable, contemplating the fact that I'm not going to walk out of this alive.
He's going to kill me. This man is going to fucking kill me.
Frank is standing over me. He is a fairly large man—at least six feet tall and probably pushing two hundred pounds. His eyes are rabid and his breathing is rough. He straddles my stomach and places all of his weight on my midsection. His jacket is off, and he's wearing a white t-shirt that is severely filthy and has several holes throughout. He pushes his long, greasy black hair out of his eyes, and that's when I notice he no longer has a gun. He is holding one of my kitchen knives.
Frank slowly runs the tip of the knife down my sternum along my midsection, the cold, sharp tip causing my nerve-endings to stand on end, making my body shudder in anticipation…in fear. I don't realize I'm holding my breath until he lifts the knife off of my stomach, spurring a deep, shuddering breath to escape my lungs.
Frank laughs coldly as he stares down at me; his face is evil, demonic. This man has far passed the point of return. He has fallen over that proverbial ledge, and Frank is not the same Frank I have taken care of in the ER. I'm not even sure if he is human anymore.
He scoots down my body so he is now sitting on my thighs. Taking the knife, he deliberately starts to cut my panties off. My breath is coming in quick, shallow spurts, my breasts heaving up and down as I'm desperately trying to pull in oxygen, fighting the urge to pass out again as my body threatens to hyperventilate.
"P-P-Please stop this, Frank. Please, please, please stop this!" I'm begging, pleading for him to stop the inevitable.
His knuckles make impact with my right cheek bone, which makes my eyes tear up and sting intensely. "You need to shut. The. Fuck. Up." His putrid breath hits my face, stirring nausea in my gut.
Frank stands up and gives several hard kicks to my ribs with his steel-toe boots. The last rigid thrust of his boot is so forceful that I can audibly hear a sickening crack. The pain is so penetrating that tears slide down my cheeks, and a low wheeze boils out of my chest. My breathing is shallow, and I suspect that Frank has not only fractured several ribs but also punctured my right lung. He glares down at me as a deep, menacing laughter consumes him.
"Nurse Ellen, I can't stop now. I finally have you exactly where I want you."
He roughly pulls my threadbare panties off of me and gawks down at my exposed body.
Tears continue to stream down my cheeks as his eyes move upwards and lock onto my face.
"Why are you crying, Nurse Ellen? Don't worry, I'm gonna make you feel real good. We're both gonna feel so good."
Bile rises from my stomach and hastily fills my throat; the urge to vomit is overwhelming. I attempt to sit up but he just pushes me back down to the icy, hardwood floor. I turn my head to the side in just enough time before I retch violently, bitterness pouring out of my mouth.
Frank seems to be ignoring the fact that I am spewing all over the place and lays his body down on top of mine. I can feel his arousal pressing into my pelvic bone. He is grunting loudly as he begins to grind himself into my defenseless, naked body. He does this for several minutes before sitting back on my thighs and pulling his erection out of his repulsive sweatpants.
"Now you're going to take care of me." He begins to stroke himself while watching me struggle to breathe.
I hear footsteps coming near my apartment door.
Oh god… Please don't let that be Amy. Or Trent. Oh god, no…
Panic washes over me, and I know I have to do something to warn whoever is planning on walking into my apartment. I take a feeble gasp and attempt to yell loud enough so whoever is near my door can hear my struggle.
"AHHHHHHHH! Get off of me!" I shriek at the top of my lungs.
My ribs protest in agony, and I instantly feel like I'm suffocating. Frank smacks me across the face with his free hand and tells me to shut the fuck up again through clenched teeth. He continues to fondle himself and doesn't seem to notice the door knob to my apartment turn, little by little, indicating that the visitor is hesitant, aware that something very bad is occurring inside my apartment. Frank's back is to the door, and although, I'm lying on the floor, bound and exposed, I still have the door in view.
The door opens slowly and then my vision is blocked by Frank lying down on top of my body. He attempts to thrust himself inside of me, but the way my ankles are bound together prevents him from being able to penetrate. He's grunting loudly and aggressively, trying to push his length inside of me. I close my eyes tightly, lock my thighs together, and try to move my hips away from him in pure desperation.