She crossed her legs as if to keep him out, but he had already come and gone. Before he left he threatened to return. He punched her and knocked the wind out of her, so that he could get away before she could scream.
“All the time I lay there curled up, I could still feel his knife at my throat.”
She chewed her nails. When her nails were chewed away, she chewed the skin at the end of her fingers.
“I call the police nearly every day. They must be tired of me by now. They never have anything new to report. I'm just another statistic that everyone wishes would go away.”
Young, pretty, Caucasian brunette with short hair. Whatever the serial rapist was targeting it wasn't physical. In previous victims every one of those variables had changed.
“What do you want me to do?”
Unemployed secretary. Types 60 words per minute. 75 after her fingers heal. He might have found her online. Twitter. Facebook. RapeNet.
"Do you sell colored chalk here, mister?"
She knew he'd be back. Just a matter of time. She'd bought a crossbow.
"Hey, Ginny! Either turn off the television or turn off the audio book. It's driving me crazy."
Opening: D Jason Cooper.....Continuation: Evil Editor