My Fantasy

There was something familiar about his voice, but I was so frightened that all I could think was I was about to be raped, or worse. The man whispered, "We both know no one will hear you scream, and I'm just here to fulfill your darkest fantasies."

I knew it was futile to scream anymore so when he moved his hand away from my mouth slowly, I asked "Who ... who are you?"

"If you do as I say, I may tell you ... later."

"Wha-what do you want?" I asked, my body trembled and I prayed he was serious about not hurting me.

"I told you Zeela Peterson, I'm here to fulfill your darkest fantasies."

One of his hands began to caress my arm gently as I asked, "How ... how do ... do you ... how do you know..."

"I have my ways," he said, his hand brushed my hip and his foot pushed my legs apart. "But if you'd rather I stopped, then wait until the lights come back on and promise you won't call the cops and you'll never see or hear from me again."

Now, I was scared to the point of paralyzing terror, but I