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There was a knock at her bedroom door. 

“Come in.” she yawned; thinking it was her mother or sister.

“Oh.” she said, startled. 

“You're early.”

He didn't say a word. But smiled. 

Laughing, she told him to go downstairs.

He didn’t move.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. 

“No one else is home.”

“I know,” she responded. “That’s why I said go -”

“Ah ah.” he said. “I wasn't finished. I said no one else is home. And now we get to have a little fun.” 

He locked the door behind him and advanced towards her. 

Thinking it was a joke, she began to laugh.

“Shut the fuck up.” he ordered. 

“This is how its going to happen. 

You are going to do exactly what I say, when I say it.

Now take your clothes off.”

“No.” she managed to choke out. “Please just go down -”

“Now what did I say about listening to me? Can you listen, darling? Take your clothes off.”

She refused, but he had his way.

He was soon on top of her. 

Pinning her down.

Making her squirm until she fell back into nothingness.

He had his way with her. 

And he left.

She sat up in bed. Looked at the bruises his powerful hands had left. Looking at the patches of hair that had been ripped out during the struggle. 

He had had his way with her. 

And now she was nothing.