I went to bed at my parents house (I guess I was still living with them). My parents were gone for some reason. Out of town or something. When I was almost asleep, a man crawled out from under my bed and crawled in bed with me. He was a neighbor. He was going to rape me, and I could feel him pushing down hard on me with all of his weight. The odd thing is, I was turned on by this. I struggled mainly because I didnt want him to feel me and see how turned on I was. He started using some screwy psychobabble on me, and thats what finally got me scared odd that it wasnt the act itself, it was the talk.
I finally broke free somehow. I cant remember how. And ran downstairs as he ran away. I got to the phone and called 911. I felt foolish because I knew he was gone and there was no evidence of him and the police would think I was lying. The police arrived and sniffed around and found nothing. They were cool about it, but I just felt small and ashamed.
My sister was there (I dont have a sister in real life), and she believed me and told me that she wanted to help me catch the guy and kill him. It took us a couple of days to devise a plan. In the meantime, our parents had come home and Mom let me sleep in a spare bedroom because I was too scared to sleep in my own bed. The rapist came back one night and found me sleeping in the other room. We struggled again, and this time I was really scared especially when he whispered things in my ear. As we struggled, I looked around for something to hurt him with. I found a razor blade and started to cut him. But I was too afraid to cut him deeply, and he just laughed at every scratch I made on his arm and face. He knew I couldnt do it and finally let me go.
I was humiliated and furious, and was ready for my sister to help me really kill this bastard. I knew hed be coming back for more fun. My sister and I devised this elaborate plan to trap him and give him a slow, painful death. It involved luring him into some kind of steam room so that we could blind him and then somehow get him (??). Jen, from work, was going to help too. But she showed up drunk and was puking violently all over the front yard. Scratch that part.
Long story short, our plans kept failing horribly, and the rapist kept returning over and over again. He was taunting us humoring himself. My sister and I were growing frantic because we knew hed soon get serious and really rape and kill us.
And yes, that finally happened. On the last attempt, he brought a friend. This time he was pissed. I knew the end was near. I could feel the dread of imminent death.
And then my alarm clock woke me up.
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