Her eyes fluttered open to a terrific pain between her legs. A burning, piercing heat that sent sharp stabs of agony throughout her abdomen. There was hot breath at her neck and ears, wet with the sounds of pleasure. That was when she first realized that there was someone on top of her, pressing down on her. She tried to move and could not. Her fingers wiggled but her hands were held above her head. Rope cut into her wrist as she struggled. A voice inside her head laughed.

"Don’t fight it," it said. It sounded old and familiar and tainted with evil. Now heavy, throaty grunts of hot breath came quicker from the attacker on top of her and the pain worsened. She was held down by the person’s weight, sweaty skin sticking to her own. She wanted to scream but could not. Her head shook violently. Objects began to come into focus. She could make out shapes in the room as her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she realized then that she was in her own bedroom, in her own home.

Somewhere in the house she heard the faint voices of her mother and father drift down the hallway. My God, did they not know what was going on! Could they not hear their own daughter being brutally raped right under their noses? This must be a dream, she kept repeating in her head. It must be a terrible nightmare. But the sharp pangs that now seized her body assured her that it was indeed real. The voice inside her head laughed in unison with the sickly sweet moans of the intruder and as she tried to scream one last time she made the most horrifying discovery of all. She was smiling herself. Her own lips were twisted into an evil grin of pleasure. And then the darkness wrapped itself around her in a cold embrace and took her.