Violated [Mayuzumi]

I rarely had some time all for myself. My life was hectic. Hurrying from point A to B, from B to C and back to A. But there were rare days when I only wanted to sleep and never get up, pig out on the most unhealthy food and watch TV.

Unfortunately on those days, I always felt like someone was watching me. The gaze wasn't threatening but it was uncomfortable- especially because I could feel its heat even in my home, a place that was supposed to be my sanctuary. My friends told me I was paranoid and laughed my fears off.

To be frank, I laughed it all off too. Until I finally noticed him one Saturday. He was silver haired, tall and difficult to notice but... I guess he wanted me to notice otherwise... I believe I would have stayed oblivious for the rest of my life.

He disappeared from my sight three streets later but I could still feel that blank stare on me.

The next week, I constantly felt his stare. Everywhere I went, he was there. People's eyes went over him as if he were a ghost but I could see flashes of him- each time closer and closer until his fingers brushed my wrist.

"What do you want from me?" I asked into the darkness of my room. My purse fell with a thud to the floor when movement appeared near the window.

"From you?" The man snorted and stepped out into the moonlight or what little of it came in through the gap between the curtains. "Don't be foolish."

"Then why are you following me? Why are you here?"

"Because," he approached me until he was just an inch away from me. "I love your distressed face, despair in your eyes and it turns me on so much!" His arms snapped around me, pressing me to his hard body so swiftly that I didn't even manage to draw breath for a scream. "And I could cum from this pretty look on your face. Now, it would be even better if you..." the man smiled chillingly and pulled on my hair hard. "Would scream, sweetie."

And I did and he enjoyed it far more than any psycho I've heard of could. His clothes were red with my blood, his face held a maniacal grin and, what scared me the most, his pale eyes were burning like the brightest of Suns.

The psychopath bent over my prone body, lips pressed into my hairline. This gentleness was much scarier than the kicks and punches. "See you later, babe." He whispered and walked out of my room.

I heard the door of my home close but I didn't move for at least fifteen minutes after he left.

I couldn't look myself in the mirror, feeling violated despite the fact that the assault wasn't sexual. I blamed myself for being so stupid, for not calling the police long before.

As the water in the shower washed away the blood, I wished nothing more than to disappear from the face of the Earth.