Resting peacefully onto the cushioned foam of my Murphy bed, I sigh in comfort to the cooling A.C. and the heavy rain on the outside of my window. A whipping crack of lightning makes my heart leap and I shook from my peaceful slumber, blinking my eyes until they configure my blurry vision. Dark corners of my master bedroom emanates shadows that appear before quickly disappearing with the help of another flash.

Pure white lits the room simultaneously bringing down a crash of angry thunder. I whimper from the sounds, afraid to look out my window to witness natures destruction knocking just in the other side of my window. Instead I lay still, occasionally trying to sit upright to scoot into my comfort, my brows furrowed sensing a cold draft behind me, I reach instead grabbing nothing but sheets and pillows.

Where is my husband?

"Ryan?" My head whips to the empty spot next to me, no evidence of his body, not even a dent. Was he working late again? the sheets were cold; no body heat or the scent of his cologne.

I was alone, in the midst of the angry weather outside. Of all times my husband stays behind in his company, this one hurt most cause I never knew and didn't even get a call. The trickling streams of the droplets outside of my window helped me inhale and adjust to the surroundings I could not control. I can't go back to sleep due to my now spiraling brain demanding answers, Ryan would have called me, was he caught in the rain? is he alright?

The neverending anxiety finally boils down to my nerves rendering me restless until I know the whereabouts of my husband.

The moving shadows that danced in the corners of my room made me question my motives until a crack of lightning screeched outside nearly shattering the windows. With wobbly legs my toes come down to the tiled floor, like walking on dry ice I wince to the ice cold that stung the soles of my feet sticking to the skin. A feeling creep it's way into my system making me feel a discomfort in my surroundings.

Was I being watched?

Wrapping the robe tighter around my body, in attempt to warm my legs exposed from the mini gown listening to Nothing but the drums of my heart in my ears and the trickling showers outside while I walked through the darkness, Fate could not have chosen a better time to abandon me when my phone refused to turn on. I could have sworn It was left charging last night, come to think of it ... where was my charger? in the midst of this darkness I shouldn't be too hard on myself.

I could barely make it my own hands.

The rain comes down heavier than before, heavy wind shooting the droplets to my window like sharp pebbles making the sounds of crystals, power cut off, leaving me in complete darkness all alone. I shiver, wanting the night to be over, nothing more I can do, it can't be helped. Making up my mind to head back to bed, maybe I'll doze off and tomorrow will be better and brighter, I'll see my husband again and make a big breakfast with his favor -

If I wasn't on edge before, It was crashing down now. My body froze to a sound, despite the clicking of the rocks against my window, this one was different, like a sound of a lock.

Could it be? but with the power being dead, Alexa wasn't able to confirm to me of a presence in the house. I shook my head of the thought, an imagination that is easily fooled with the rain outside, no way. Before ever heading up stairs to bed, all my windows and the front door are sealed and locked, chances of allowing that kind of slip up were zero to none.

A lie that soon turned bone chilling, when I picked up a noise downstairs, my wooden table chair screeched on the floor. Only one person would have access inside my home, Ryan?

Eagerly I head out to the dark hallway, heart pounding in excitement and worry, about to call his name when I reached towards the end of the pillars of the round stairs, something dawned on me than. With the two glasses beside the door cued a flash from the lightning welcoming a bluish hue inside, with the few seconds of light, an image burned my memory.

Beside the door was the coffee table, a little statue of a bowl decorated in gold. Shaped like a flower, my favorite decor and Ryan's key bowl. There was no key in sight, maybe he kept it with him and forgot?

A clinking sound came from the kitchen, my brows furrow cautiously heading down the stairs. "Ryan?"

My voice cracking in fear, no response. I peeked my head to the bottom, and something slams. I squealed, a little too loudly. Now frozen to the eerie silence with my hands cupping my mouth, blinded to the darkness.

Someone is here, how did they get in? I swallowed my tears in capable of keeping my whimpers quiet, steadily I try and make my way back upstairs, sobbing quietly to the rusty step just before me. I saw it than, through the railing of the pillar staircase, a figure. A shadowy silhouette of a large human.

My eyes widened to saucers, blending in completely to the dark, a hooded figure appears to be staring back at me just behind the kitchen counter. A flash of lightning and it disappears, where did it go? My bones trembling, afraid to make any drastic moves. I can't see anything in the darkness, vulnerable to where it lurked.

A nightmare I never prayed to face but here I was, unknowing to my next move, but prayed to live to see tomorrow. Heavy footsteps caught my attention, they come closer and closer until under the dim blue of another strike of lightning.

At the end of the staircase stood a tall man, judging by the height and broad shoulders. Clothed in fully black with a hood and a horrifying mask of a deformed face. Something shimmers in its hand, metal with a point at the end. I could see my reflection through the blade, my kitchen knife.

The man looks at his hand, than back at me slowly, My whimpers now sob and I can't catch my breath, ready to pass out. Heart is ready to fail me, neither of us move. Staring at each other, the crack of lightning falter our gazes and the man launches up the steps.

"No!"

My flight or fight mode reactives, the fear of the blade impaling me pushed my movements and I run for my life feeling the distance between the man behind me closing in. My loose gown flows backwards from the wind, I can see my room getting closer before I was pulled back with force slamming onto the ground.

My wrists are ceased and the weight of the man pins me down to the ground. Thrashing and wiggling my legs, screaming and crying before a gloved hand cups my mouth.

"Shhh." He tells me. Head dipping beside my head, the creepy mask only adding more fear, "We haven't started having fun yet." he chuckled thickly.

I sniffle, vision blurring from the tears, Muffling words through the glove. Damped clothes lay on top of my body.

With the little wiggle room I have I try and pry my feet to an opening when he pressed his knee in between my legs, knees rubbed my clit I try not to let my body succumb to the sensation.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered beside my neck, inhaling the scent of my hair. I feel the evidence of his body, how he maneuvered gently above me trying not to crush me with his strength alone.

He sniffs, moans and grinds his knee against me, purposely rubbing my naked Pussy for amusement, taunting my body for his gain ."Mmmm."

First is rape? Than Kill? Two things I hated.

Weakening from his arousal to me my free knee flies up unconsciously, coming into contact in between his legs. In agony he roars releasing his grip to soothe his manhood. In my spare time I slide my body and was soon back on my trail to my room.

Moment of triumph ruined, a handful of my hair was angrily tugged and my face slams onto the bed.

"You bitch" he seethes, "You'll pay for this."

Bent over, face buried into my mattress struggling for air. Thrashing and kicking didn't work this time, suffocating from the lack of air.

"I'm about to carve your pussy bitch. Than take it home as my prize."

A Horrendous threat made my blood freeze, my nails bending backwards trying to grip the sheets to pull myself to any kind of freedom, or to at least not make it easy for him.

I stomp on his boots, try to kick his man hood backwards, scream and wiggle to no avail. All failed attempts fall aggravating the man and before I knew it he delivered a sharp sting across my ass cheek.

"Ah!" I cry arching my back.

Pressing his manhood into me from behind he grips the back of my hair, "You like that don't you, you whore."

I winced deeply ready to cry from the burning stings, over and over again, harsher than the last.

"Ahhh!" I sniffle. "Please, please stop it, it hurts." I cry.

The movements paused, "Was that the safe word?"

"What no? No, continue." I reply.

"Babe, I'm hurting you."

"No, no Ryan I'm ok."

He sighs, moving from behind me, I peer up at him through the dark. "Ryan baby I'm ok. That wasn't the safe word I promise."

"Your ass was getting really red, did I hit you too hard?"

I roll my eyes, fantasy gone.

"Turn on the lights Alexa." I giggle adjusting my eyes to the brightness, there my husband was standing at six feet tall dressed in full black.

"Where'd you get mask?" I asked distastefully eyeing the grey smiling plastic.

"Special order from one of my workers." He breathes from behind.

I swallow a wince sitting on the cushion of the bed, partially smiling at the pain, "And the knife?"

"I bought this one on Amazon and hid in our drawer, Look it even bleeds."

Enthusiastically he points the knife to me and I watch a drizzle of crimson glide from the sharp part of the blade.

"How did you hide that?" I ask in question, never before seeing the knife even after I set everything to plan.

He shrugged, "That is for me to know and me alone."

The rain still pouring on the outside, couldn't have picked a better day. Ryan and I in silence while I hungrily rake his attire, even under the light of our bedroom seeing him dressed so menacingly gave me tingling feel down below, the plan worked. I was lusting for my husband again, even after three years of marriage with the occasional sex.

Was it messed up only being attracted to the persona and not him?

"You're not talking." He spoke in the silence.

"Hmm?"

"You didn't tell me how was it?"

I wasn't going to lie to my husband, "I loved every bit of it, I wished we kept going."

He sighs removing the mask, My heart leaped. It was like he got more handsome, strands of red hair stuck to his freckled cheeks before gliding those green orbs to mine.

"You really got into character for me. I loved it so much."

Smiling those pearly whites at me, "Thank you. I had to watch a lot of movies to get this right."

"Oh really?"

"Yea, a lot of guys recommended scream, that's what the ladies like now days. I didn't get the mask right, but at least leaned towards the seduction.

I giggle, letting my robe loose hoping for him to see my erected nipples through the thin material before lying down propping a foot on the walnut bunk. "So, you told your employees you would be teasing your wife later?"

He notices my slow movements, trailing his eyes from my lips down to my breast. "Maybe." he coyly half smiles.

"What did you tell them exactly?"

"Tonight I'll be planning on surprising my wife with a scare and it may or may not end up with her clothes torn with her face pinned down to the ground while i violently plunge my myself inside of her."

I suck a sharp breath through my teeth, getting closer to him, feeling his body through the dark jacket. Robe long ditched, skin free with hanging spaghetti straps of my mini nightgown, purposefully brushing my nipples against his broad chest. Touch deprived and needy I moan to the friction that echos to the real ache.

"You like that don't you?, Knowing a mask man would come in and have his way with you hmmm?" deep voice lowering to a whisper allowing his body to be pulled forward until he traps me in on the bed.

"Yes" I moaned, "I did." My eyes closed falling into the pleasure building up in my body, damped skin dipping to my neck leaving trails of hot kisses, heat starts to radiate and my pussy pools. Reaching for his manhood behind the jeans to feel it harden when he sucks a sharp teeth.

"What's wrong?" I retract my hands.

"Agh, nothing, nothing." Pale skin exposing his lie when he turned crimson.

"Ryan, tell me what's wrong?" I scoot from underneath his body, repositioning my straps, eyeing his crimson complexion.

The manhood, "Ryan did you wear the cuff like I told you?"

"It was too small." He breathes in the middle of his pain before chuckling.

I giggle, "Awww babe. It's alright, let me get you some ice and we'll continue tomorrow." Before he could protest I kiss his forehead and was strutting to the hallways, the dark hallways?

"Hey Alexa turn on the lights" I yell to the ceiling. They fumble before failing.

"Babe, We need to fix Alexa, Ryan. She fumbles now."

In the midst of his groan he mumbles.

I roll my eyes playfully eyeing his state before heading downstairs when red lights suddenly flashed by my windows, parking at the house next door, it seems the old home has finally been purchased.

COMING SUMMER OF 2024!!