“Why is it so important to you to pursue me? It’s been ten years, Alan. Ten years!”
His laughter down the line sounds like something out of a horror movie. “I ask myself the same question at times. I don’t know why. I suppose it’s fun. You always used to tease me with those big breasts and fine ass of yours. Even at your young age, you had the body of a woman. It was very hard to resist. I just want it, Ana, and I won’t stop until I get it. I’ll be seeing you soon. Very soon, in fact. I can’t wait to get my dick in you.”
When he hangs up, I fly out of my seat in a panic. The phone rings again, but I don’t know whether to pick it up. It could be him, trying to torture me once more. It could be work, though, so I have no other choice. Carefully, with a shaking hand, I pick up the receiver.
“Ana!” a voice screams at me.
“Terry, is that you?” Terry’s one of the dispatchers at work. I hear the panic in his voice, and it sets my own off.
“We’re sending someone down to you now. We managed to get a GPS location and it’s to Sunnyside Apartments. We just had a phone call from the maintenance guy there. He said that someone broke into their offices and took a set of keys. The keys to Jessie’s apartment. Get out now, Ana. Run!”
I drop the phone just as I hear Terry scream my name. Time all of a sudden stands still. I know he’s here somewhere, hiding, and the fear is thundering through my ears. At first, I freeze, wondering whether to run—just rush to the door and get the hell out. But then something inside me snaps. What if I run and then so does he? What if he gets away again? I want to get the fucker caught once and for all. He is the basis of my nightmares and has been for the last ten years. He has to be stopped.
And there’s only one way to do it.
In a blind panic, I race to my bedroom to get my gun, hoping that I can get there before he emerges from whatever hiding place he’s in. But before I reach my bedside, he makes a grab for me. A hand grips around my mouth, and I instantly freeze, feeling the contours of his body pressed against my back. He’s aroused already. I can feel it digging into my back. The thought makes my nausea rise again.
He lingers a moment, his hot breath on the back of my neck as he traces his hand up to my breasts, fondling them. My body becomes rigid with the intrusion. “Oh, God, Ana,” he moans, snuggling his head into mine, inhaling my scent as he does. “I’ve missed this body,” he moans, breathing even harder. “I used to love playing with your breasts. They’re even bigger than I remember. I’ve been dreaming about touching you like this for years, and now finally, I can take you.” He cups my breast, giving it a little squeeze. I try to shake him off, but all he does is grip me even tighter to him. “Don’t scream, you will only make this harder if you do.”
Spinning me around, he tries to kiss me, but I manage to take my hand and push his face away from mine. The slap that follows stings my left cheek and is so violent it causes me to fall back onto my bed, my head thumping from the impact. I instantly struggle to get up, my eyes peeping open to spot the evil smile stuck to his face. I’m about to get up when he moves like lightening, straddling himself on top of me as he pins my wrists to the bed.
“Are you going to fight me? I really want you to. Do you know how much this is turning me on? You will feel my cock now, I guarantee you that. It’s just aching to get inside your sweet, tight pussy.”
For a moment, I feel weak. All the memories of what he used to me come flooding back, landing on my heart like a ton of bricks. He’s rendered me a fearful thirteen-year-old again, making me feel useless and vulnerable.
And it’s that thought that has the hatred for this man rise. I’m sick of being the victim. I’m sick of letting men like