"Can i help you?" she asks, looking past him to the car parked at the curb, the hood up. "Oh, i bet you want to use the phone. Come on in, let me get it for you."
He watches her walk away, stepping in the door she left open. Glancing out to the street one more time, he smiles. Deserted, just as he planned. He had known the neighborhood would be quiet at this time. Closing the door behind him, he looks around the entrance hall. Living room to the right, kitchen down the hall - there were two bedrooms in the back of the house.
"Here is the phone and i brought the phonebook, just in case." she said, walking up to him, phone held out, the book tucked under her arm.
Taking the phone with his left hand, he grabs her wrist with his right. Hearing her slight gasp, seeing the nervous, scared look flash in her eyes before she squared her shoulders and tried to pull her arm back.
"Let me go." she said, her voice catching in her throat. He felt her begin to tremble, her pulse quickened in the vein under his thumb. He sets the phone on the little wall table in the entranceway then reaches for the phone book and sets it down as well.
"L-Let me g-gooo... please" she says, a little quieter, tugging her arms back for emphasis.
He reaches down and grabs her other wrist, pulling her close as she tries to squirm away from him, trying in vain to free herself.
He pulls her, wrists locked in his hands, to the master bedroom. Throwing her down on the bed, he turns to shut and lock the door, then walks to the closet. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees her spring from the bed and try to open the door. He turns, grabbing her by the hair, bending her head back, straining her neck, he walks her back to the bed and forces her down, laying on her stomach, her hips curved over the edge, knees hitting the floor hard.
"Please, don't do this," she begs, tears welling in her eyes ... she yelps as pain flares up her legs.
He pulls her hands behind her, using one of the ties he found in the closet to bind her wrists tightly together then tugs roughly on her arm for her to stand. Crying, she stands before Him, her head down, whimpering as she works her wrists back and forth, realizing all to well that this is really happening whether she wants it or not.
"If you fight, it will hurt." Not sure why he said anything at all, he pushes her roughly back down onto the bed, watching her bounce, unable to steady herself without the use of her hands. He turns and disappears into the bathroom. Coming back with a bottle in his hands. He grabs for her ankles and pulls her to the edge of the bed.
"Stop .. now .. please stop!" She begs and pleads through falling tears, watching as he pulls scissors from his back pocket and starts cutting her top away. Seeing her blush, watching her turn her head .. it ignites his blood. He can feel the first stirrings in his cock.