The sunlight slowly peeked through the window, warming her face. She woke up, but kept her eyes closed, enjoying the pleasant sensation it caused. When the light finally reached her closed eyelids, she finally relented and rolled out of bed.
"Well it's about time," said a masculine voice from across the room. "I thought you were going to stay in bed all damn day."
The girl spun around to see who had spoken, who was in her room without her knowledge. The man looked vaguely familiar, but she was having trouble figuring out why, and the confusion showed on her face. She heard him chuckle, then realized that she hadn't spoken yet.
"Care to tell me what the hell you think you're doing in my room?" she asked. It was supposed to sound demanding, but thanks to the morning gravel in her throat it sounded a little mousy.
He looked her square in the eye and took several steps closer to her. As he moved forward, she backed up until the backs of her knees came in contact with the bed. "What's the matter, you don't remember me?" he asked as he continued his forward motion until he was inches from her.
"N…no. I don't." she breathed. She stared into his sharp amber eyes and wracked her brain, trying desperately to connect him to a memory. Moments passed before she found her voice and demanded, "But if you don't leave right now, I'm going to call the cops."
He chuckled again and ran a hand through his untamed hair. "I don't think you will. Besides, we're the only ones in the house." His voiced dropped when he continued, "There's no one to save you."
As she tried to remember why that sounded so familiar, he closed the distance between them, causing her to fall onto her bed when she tried to back away from him again. Before she had a chance to move, he was on top of her, straddling her waist and holding her arms down to the bed.
He leaned down to her ear and whispered, "Now, now, my dear Bella, we'll have none of that. You won't be escaping me anytime soon."
The first thing Bella's mind processed was how cold his hands were, like he had been rummaging around in the freezer for too long. She wriggled, trying to throw him off, and yelled "Get off of me! Get off!"
He pressed his hips down onto hers, causing her to still her struggles. With a slight growl, he replied, "Oh I intend to."
Bella gasped, and her breath caught in her throat. He raised his head from it's spot near her ear and looked her in the eyes. As he held her gaze, she felt her will to struggle disappear. Her fear, however, did not.
He moved her hands above her head and held her wrists with one hand as he repositioned himself to lay flat on top of her, with one hand helping to support his weight. As he ground his hips into hers again, Bella felt the beginning of his arousal and panicked again. He urged her, "Try to remember me. This will be so much more fun if you do."