I don't even turn to look but make to run away, but I'm grabbed and forcefully pulled back.

I am flung around and slammed hard against the curtains, they part a bit and a tiny sliver of light reflects against the glass of a motorcycle helmet.

Dammit!

Its him!

I grit my teeth and tried to remain clam. How did this bastard get in!?

I calculated a multitude of ways to escape. Do I bite his hand?

No, he was clad in leather, he wouldn't feel a thing.

Smash my head against his helmet?

Seriously bad idea. I'd break my head before I broke the glass.

So I result in the cheap move of trying to knee him in the crotch, he was two seconds faster than me. Bringing down his right hand to swiftly block my raised knee, with the palm of his glove soaking up the impact.

I take advantage of the momentary distraction and bring down my left hand to his throat. He brings up his elbow again with those lightning fast reflexes and deflects my blow.

With my knee now released I lift my knee up higher and kick him in the midriff, sending him back far away from me. I make to jump towards my kitchen section but he stealthily reaches behind him with his right hand.

I clear the windows and make it to the wall right before my kitchen divider when he throws something at me. The silver object was to fast and next thing I know is that I am pinned to the wall.

I looked in shock at what had so effortlessly stopped me in my tracks. It was a dagger that had been accurately thrown and had caught hold of my crop top.

I lift my right hand up to yank the blade that was subtly cutting into my right shoulder out, but something hits my wrist and my right hand is rendered immobile as well.

When did he have a Sai!!??

The Sai was embedded deep within my wall and missed impaling my hand completely by mere inches.

Without giving myself time to process everything I threw my waist out to try and pull against the objects that held me back, but-

VROUUMHH!

A blade was held tightly against my throat, but that wasn't what was alarming me so. Not the contact of the blade but the contact of his body pressed up so closely to mind.

My boobs where forced flat on his chest as his crotch was rubbing up against my torso.

Hmmm, he has an impressive girth...

No!!!

Focus Ember, fucking focus!

I could not for the life of me explain the tingle I felt in my pants for this scenario. Was I...was I getting turned on!??

I tried to wiggle and fight against more so my twisted thoughts then the actual restraints on me. But I am quickly reminded of the very sharp, very close, blade that dug into my jugular.

I stop all attempts to move and stare at the figure, waiting for him to talk, move or do anything I could take advantage of and free myself.

Then you'll put a bullet through his head...

The thought made me pause.

I didn't...I didn't want to kill him. But...why did I not want to?

I look back at the glass mask that still reflected the minimalistic light in the room. This was definitely a weird situation for me.

"Aren't you gonna start monologuing?" I asked, a little bit agitated by his silence.

He doesn't even so much as move.

"You don't talk much, do you?" I deduce.

He angles his head to the side, neither agreeing or denying. Instead it seemed like he was just...looking at me.

I really really really hope this person is a he, and not a she, it or 'they'.

His crouch presses closer into my midsection and I am definitely reassured that he iss a he.

"Urgh!" I try to press back away from him. "If you're going to kill me just do it already!!"

I did not like the way my lady parts were reacting to the sudden circumstances. I feel a sudden tug on my chest and I instinctively looked down.

No, no, NO!

My nipples were beginning to perk up and poke out, becoming very evident in a span of a few seconds.

Without moving my head, I look up, was he able to see? Was he looking? He couldn't possibly see it, it's too dark! He probably couldn't feel it as well because his clothes must be too thick.

Please Dear God, let that be the case.

The tip of the blade against my neck suddenly began to tip sideways. Still pressed against my neck the curved tip hooks onto the fabric on my right shoulder.

Oh no...!

He tugs it up abit and-

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrip!

The shoulder of the tiny crop top came free and flapped down unceremoniously. The exposed part the fabric used to conceal exposed my semi-sheer black laced bra.

Go figure! The one day I wear a nice bra, a stranger gets to see it!

Well, should I count that as lucky? Seeing as I normally wear gross, colored, and mismatched underwear 85% of the time.

The material stop falling right under my cleavage and just showed a hint of my areola.

Before I could breathe out a sigh of relief the person before me, clearly unsatisfied with the current performance, dances the blade in his hands and the blade rotates to 180°.

HOW he managed not to cut and or slice me, I will never know.

The tip of the blade hooks onto my left shoulder strap, tugs, and my whole crop top falls free.

The sheer sensationalistic outcome of it all sent lightening flowing through my body and had my nips poking out at full attention.

I tried to fight back the onslaught of embarrassment that engulfed me. Oh man...now I do wanna be killed.

I squirm about and turn my head away, the shame at my evident arousal slowly killing me inside.

Something cold pressed against my tip.

I yeep in surprise and look back to see the blades tip pressing softly against my nipple.

Oh Dear God!

I fight back the urge to tip my head back, not gonna lie, it felt good.

No it doesn't! For all you know he could be on the verge of cutting off your nipple! Resist woman! Resist!

But I couldn't, my breathing was growing heavy and my knees began to wobble as he rhythmically pressed the knife tip against me, twirling it around in a delicious circle.

"Gck!" I fight back the moan that almost escaped me.

He suddenly stops.

My body shivers from relief but he just changes the blades angel and starts to tease the other nipple.

He steps back away from and admires his handy work, admires the look I might possibly have on my face.

He then stops completely and steps away from me. I fall to the ground and fight to catch my breath as I cover my chest with my arms.

"Wait!" I cry in surprise, I look above me. When did I get free!?

I look back at him as he turns away from me and disappears into the darkness of my room.

"W-wait!" I scramble up and run to where he'd just stood...but nothing...

"L-LIGHTS!" I yell.

The flood of lights momentarily blind me, I blink my eyes rapidly and look around.

Empty.

I was completely alone.

"Shit!"

I run around my apartment, checking all my hiding places where I'd strategically stored a gun. They were all there, kitchen cabinet, stove, behind the microwave, under the bathroom sink, inside the lamp by my alcove...

But the one under my couch cushion was still missing.

On wobbly feet, I walk to my bathroom, strip out of my already ruined clothes and take off my underwear.

I performed a scan of the whole apartment 3 times now, but all of them insisted that I was the only one who was present in the room. They didn't even pick up his presence.

Which is scary.

I got into the shower and just allowed the hot sprays to consume me.

Tom personally had taken a look at the system just this morning, so if I told him what just happened, he'd insist I move.

I step out of the hot shower after a little bit and pad my way out. I walk to the kitchen and grabbed a slice of pizza and a coke.

I dry my body as I wait for the pizza to warm.

I carry everything with me into my room and I tried to decide the best course of action. Changing location would be the best course of action...

I already began to decide what to do.

Until I spot was lay on my bed.

My gun that I kept under my couch was holding down a note right in the center of my bedsheets.

I dump the contents of my arm onto the side table and pick up the note and gun.

Who knew sexy underwear could stop a man from murder?

Looking forward to the next time we meet.

Signed

.

"OhGod," I whisper out loud with a devious smile. I pull on a huge t-shirt I won'tbe surprised belonged to Tom, and flopped down on my bed. I look at the noteand then my gun fondly. "Why did you just have to make things interesting?"