Sharon watched the man as he pulled his pants down. She screamed on the inside, but not a sound escaped into the house.
“You enjoying the show?” he asked and ran the tip of his finger down her cheek.
“Yes,” Sharon whispered. Anything to keep him focused on her and as quiet as possible. She couldn’t bear the thought of her children seeing anything that was about to happen.
The man finished undressing, folded his clothes neatly and laid them on the dresser. Sharon just wanted him to hurry, but it looked like he was into taking his time. She only hoped he was finished before the children woke up.
When he was finally going at it, the man started talking. Sharon couldn’t have that so she kissed him, deeply and passionately. This only excited him more and he finished quickly.
“You’re a surprise,” he informed her as he was dressing. “I’m going to hate killing you. I’d much rather come back for another visit.”
Sharon blanched. She never thought about him killing her, especially if she cooperated. A sound from down the hall caught her attention and she turned to the man who now held a knife.
“Please kill me quietly,” she begged.