Ordinary Life

Under Attack

August 1, 2014

It's 3 in the morning, and I am constantly tossing and turning in my sleep. I don't know why I can't sleep, and it was bothering me.

I finally took the urge to roll out of bed, and take a dose of Nyquil to help me sleep. I walked downstairs and a light was on. "I thought I turned that off." I said to myself. I proceeded to walk towards the kitchen, until I was snatched back into the pitch black darkness.

As I was being pulled across the room by my hair, I watch the light flicker off. There was more than one intruder in the house. I screamed and kicked and begged for help. "Shut the fuck up!" The man yelled. "You think you're slick? Where's the surveillance tapes?" Another shouted. "What surveillance tapes? I don't know what your talking about!" I shouted.

"You're trying to find out who we are? Aren't you?" He asked. "No!" I lied. "She's lying. Rip it." The other said. The man took my top, and tore it off of my body. "Since you want to see what we look like, we want to see what you look like." In the dark, I could hear him licking his lips and I was terrified.

"But we get sloppy seconds though." One said. "Oh yeah, because she fucked that one guy that saw us kill the Jones." He snapped his finger. "Ahh, Bruno. Aye?" "Yes, that's the one."

They both laughed as if any of this was truly a joke. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind if we fucked his girl, aye?" One man, began to grope my breast, "I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

One of the men, slipped his hand in between my legs, and started to play with me. I tried to fight him, but with two large men who are about 3x my size, it's hard.

This was bringing back traumatic nightmares. Never in my life did I ever think I'd experience this all over again.

"Come on baby, you know you like this. Bruno couldn't give this to you." He licked my neck. This was utterly disgusting and uncomfortable, I could cry.

"You know what I like?" I moaned. He giggled in my ear. "When a man begs for mercy." I kneed one of the men in the groin, and head budded the other. I ran to the wall, and tried to find a light switch.

When I found one, I turned it on, and ran to the kitchen. "Get her!" He grunted as he held his genitals. As I entered the kitchen, I grabbed a butchers knife and waved it in the air.

The man, dressed in all black attire with the ski mask, ran towards me, and I sliced his left arm. With that being said, the man moved way from me, and ran out of the house along with his partner.

I immediately called 911 from this event. "This is 911, what's your emergency." I panicked over the phone and said, "Two-two men intruded my home, and tried to rape me." "Okay, ma'am, remain calm, help is on its way."
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I sat in my living room, and with police and even FBI, discussing what happened just about 30 minutes ago.

The two men, are most definitely after me, and they are not playing when they said they are watching my every move.

I was scared. I was very scared. But, I was determined to find out until days end, to know who these men, who have killed Mr. and Mrs. Jones, and are trying to kill my reputation.