Author's Note: The first chapter is the only chapter in which such an event occurs, so don't let it put you off from reading the rest of the story. I have never written a story of this nature, but I wanted to challenge myself as a writer. I'm a little nervous about the response I may receive. I hope you enjoy.

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Karen had returned home from Will's birthday party at a little bit after midnight. The evening hadn't been too perfect for him, but after she stopped grieving for Stan's missed birthdays then she became lighter. The truth was, she never appreciated her husband until he had died, leaving her hundreds of millions of dollars.

She did apologize to Will, though, when nobody was listening. She had spent his birthday party making comments about Stan and how much she missed him. Jack didn't pay any attention to Will either and she could tell that it really got on his nerves. He told her that her apology was appreciated and they ended it all with an embrace. She even told him that she would be free to talk if he needed it, anytime. Obviously she was feeling very generous that evening.

She loved her friends. She loved her life and she wouldn't have changed anything, not even her childhood because it made her that much stronger. Her reflection looked back at her in her full-length mirror and she smiled to herself, running her hands over her waist. Weight had always been an issue with her and she was finally at what she called her happy weight. Everything in her life seemed perfect, except for the fact that she was lonely.

With Stan's death had come the whirlwind of dating and looking for the right person to spend the rest of her life with. She thought that she had found it with Lyle, but no such luck. However, she had been using her alone time to get closer to her friends. She had always been very close with Jack and Grace, but she was learning so many things about Will that she never imagined she would. He was actually a really nice guy, once she looked past the slight arrogance that he tended put across. They could actually have intelligent conversations together, which she could never find with Jack or Grace. There was something about him that just made him easier to talk to.

She took her shoes off and laid a pair of pajamas out on her bed to change. She was running her fingers through her curly hair to loosen the hairspray when there was a loud noise from downstairs. Her head snapped towards the door of her bedroom and she furrowed her brow. She opened her door and looked down the long, dark hallway.

"Rosie?" Her whisper ricocheted off of the walls, but was quickly lost in the silence of the penthouse. She nervously bit her bottom lip before stepping out into the hallway, the wooden floor feeling surprisingly cold on her bare feet. "Hello?"

Her legs shook beneath her as she peaked over the railing of her stairway. After what she thought was a thorough investigation of the manse, she returned to her bedroom and tossed the door closed behind her. She chastised herself for being so paranoid and took down the zipper of her tight black dress. All of a sudden she felt the coldness of metal pressing into her spine and a hand clasping her mouth, muffling her high-pitched scream.

"Shut up or I'll kill you." A man whispered in a deep New Yorker accent. She panicked, but didn't say a word as his lips left her ear. Her breathing was heavy and she prayed that he would just get her jewelry, or whatever he wanted, and leave. She had never been so afraid.

He took his arm from behind her back and wrapped it around her waist, his gun sliding along her stomach. He could feel her shaking and he smiled to himself as he moved over and pushed her to the floor. She landed on her stomach, painfully crushing her breasts in the fall, but she still didn't move. She heard him ruffling through her dresser drawers, looking for only he knew what, before he found her jewelry box.

Karen Walker wasn't an idiot by any means. All of her good jewelry was stashed away in the bank and the jewels he was taking weren't very valuable. She continued to lie on her stomach on the cream colored carpet of her bedroom, shivering and desperately awaiting for her intruder to take his leave.

He sat his bag of stolen items down next to the door and walked back over to her small form on the floor. He knelt down by her and gently took her earrings out of her ears before removing the rings from her fingers and her bracelet, revealing a peculiar tattoo on his thumb. She was stunned at how gentle he was with her, but she was soon taken by surprise when he ripped her pearls from her neck. She coughed and brought her hand to the pain in her throat that he had just caused. He placed the gun to the back of her head and she stopped moving.

His hand rubbed the back of her neck in a sickening manner before he slowly caressed her bare back through her unzipped dress. She shivered at his touch and silently begged for him to stop, to leave her alone. He ran his hand over her buttocks and down to the back of her knee before bringing it under the fabric of her dress. When his hand touched her bare inner thigh she couldn't take it anymore. She reached to his hand to remove it from her skin and began to squirm. "Get your fucking hands off of me."

He turned her over on her back in a forceful motion and she finally saw his face, his gray eyes. The gun was thrust into her temple and a tear fell down her cheek. His hand was at the base of her throat and his face was close to hers. She could smell alcohol on his breath.

"Shut up, Karen." Her heart seemed to drop at the use of her name. How did he know her name? "I'm going to tell you how this is going to work. You're going to shut up and lay there and I'm going to fuck your brains out. Then I'm going to leave and you'll never tell anyone about me." She shook uncontrollably, a sob getting caught in her throat. "If you scream, I'll kill you. If you try to get away from me, I'll kill you. If you bite me, kick me, slap me, I'll kill you."

He leaned down and placed a cold kiss to her lower lip before setting the gun down on the bedside table next to him. He was unarmed, but could reach the gun at a moments notice and that was what frightened her the most. He placed his hands on her shoulders, baring them to him by pulling her dress down her arms. She bit her lip and cried harder when he exposed her bra clad chest. Her eyes were closed and she tried to push her mind to a different place in time, a place where she was happy.

She was taken out of her search for a better place when he stopped looking at her and placed his lips on her cleavage. As a reflex she tried to push him away, but he lifted her wrists over her head and pinned them to the ground. He took his other hand and slid it up her thigh before ripping her thong from her body. She jumped at the slight pain and the idea of becoming barer in front of him. Tears were flowing from her eyes like waterfalls, but he ignored it and used his free hand to push down his pants. He placed himself in between her legs and prepared to make his entrance.

She began to push him and yell for help, throwing all of his threats aside. She just couldn't lie there and allow him to do that to her. She got her wrists free and tried to hurt him, scratching at his face and neck. He was taken by surprise, but quickly fought back. He grabbed the gun off of the table and thrust it under her chin while he pulled her hair towards the floor.

Her breath was heavy and she was sobbing hysterically, unable to think straight as he hurriedly shoved himself into her center. She whimpered as he pulled out and thrust into her again. It was painful and fast, too fast.

It lasted a long time and once he was finally finished she was sure that she would never be able to walk again. She felt weak and sick to her stomach by the time he pulled out of her body. She could feel herself bleeding from his rough entrances and bruises were forming on her wrists.

"I'll never forget this, Karen." He kissed her lips and looked straight into her half-open eyes. She suddenly spat in his face, making him pull away from her. He angrily wrapped a hand around her throat and added pressure. She grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him away, but he tightened his grip. Karen's eyes closed and the world for her turned black, silent.

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It was around two o' clock in the morning and Will was standing on Karen's doorstep. Their conversation after his party, her apology and their agreement that he could come to her if he needed anything; it was all replaying in his head. Before he knew it he was hailing a cab and on his way to see her. She did say that he could come to her day or night.

He tried to call her, to text message her as well, but she never replied. He knocked on the front door and awaited an answer. He hoped that she wouldn't be angry with him for coming over so late, but he needed to talk to her. He had broken up with Vince after he had been given his apartment key. Grace didn't understand, and she yelled at him. He knew that Karen would have the depth to understand and maybe give some solid advice. He desperately needed some help.

After a few more knocks on the door he decided to try the knob. He was very surprised to find it unlocked and he opened the door to walk inside. When he called her name and received no answer he decided to try her bedroom, only hoping that she wouldn't yell at him. He opened the door and whispered her name.

"Karen, are you in here?" He closed the door behind him and walked towards the bed. His eyes widened and he felt panic jam in his throat when he saw her lying on the floor. Her clothes were half-off of her body and she had been bleeding on the cream colored carpet beneath her. He rushed to her side and shook her. "Karen, wake up, please." He checked her pulse and breathing, she was at least alive. Suddenly her eyes fluttered open and stared straight into his, she seemed hollow. It was when she began to cry that he sighed, reaching for his phone to call an ambulance. When he began to speak into the phone she quickly reached up and grabbed it from his hands, throwing it across the room.

"Go away." She sobbed as she covered her face with her hands, unaware of how exposed she really was.

"Karen, what happened?" Without warning she tried to sit up, wincing at the pain that it caused her. He gave her a worried, questioning look, and she grabbed his hand.

"I'm going to be sick, Will." He hurriedly lifted her into his arms and rushed her to her bathroom. They barely made it in time as she reached for the toilet and vomited, her eyes still stinging with tears. She leaned her head forward when she was finished and sighed. Her dress that was still around her waist began to fall and reveal her soft hips. Will held it up and zipped it enough so that it wouldn't fall.

"Karen…"

"Go away." Her demand was full of pain and he knew that he couldn't leave, it wasn't an option.

"I'm taking you to the hospital." He reached for her, but she slapped him away. "Karen, you look like hell. We need to get you to the hospital."

"No!" Her scream was loud and her tears became fuller. She doubled over and hit the ground with both of her hands. Her behavior frightened him, but he was already drawing conclusions in his mind as to what had happened. He stood from his place on the floor and hurried to the phone. "No, don't call. Damn it, I don't need it." She controlled her crying and tried to stand while he grabbed her pajama shirt from her bed.

"Either we find another mean of getting to the hospital or I'm calling an ambulance. No matter what, I'm taking you." He walked over to her and pulled the shirt over her head, covering her skin from his sight. She sniffled and hugged herself close, feeling the warmth of the shirt.

"I have to change."