Allison focused on breathing, with her mouth taped shut. Her 38C boobs rose with every breath she heaved. He handled her like she weighed nothing. Allison wasn't tiny---she was 5'8" and about 145 pounds---yet the monster was almost superhuman in strength, it seemed. He lifted her to her feet and hefted her onto the kitchen island like she was nothing.<br/><br/>She stared at him, breath coming fast and furious through her nose. Her wrists were taped in front of her so she could have easily raised her hands and ripped the tape off her mouth and started to scream her head off. But she didn't. With his quickness and wherewithall, he'd have been on her in a flash and the punishment he would have levied was too terrifying to imagine.<br/><br/>Allison wondered who called. No matter who it was, they couldn't dream of what was happening to her now. Maybe this was just a robbery. A robbery with a sadistic, misogynist twist. A robber who hated women. He would take what he wanted and he'd get bored and then leave.<br/><br/>So she hoped.<br/><br/>The monster helped himself to her fridge as Allison watched his every move. He correctly deduced that she lived alone, a fact that she desperately wished wasn't true. She gave a quick nod. May as well be compliant. Agree with everything he says.<br/><br/>He sipped his soda and made a crack about she being hard to stand. Normally, a remark like that would have been met with a glare and a biting retort. But Allison knew better than to glare and the biting retort was impossible.<br/><br/>The funny thing about having her mouth taped, Allison realized, was that it wasn't really uncomfortable. The lips are taped shut and that's all. There's really no discomfort other than the mental anguish of having your speech robbed.<br/><br/>He drew nearer and Allison's toes scrunched. Was she waiting for the right guest? He asked and she wondered if she should answer.<br/><br/>She gave no answer after all. She just looked into his eyes, as best she could in the moonlit kitchen. HER kitchen. HER home. Allison's on-again, off-again boyfriend was a big sports fan. He would have said that Allison had home field advantage. But the monster neutralized that with his strength and HER duct tape.<br/><br/>Rape was coming. She knew it. She'd never been raped but she knew women who had. Allison had been a shoulder to cry on for them. Who would be her shoulder?<br/><br/>Then, for whatever reason, Allison tried to talk. She was chatty by nature. He was drawing nearer and she tried to talk to him. She wanted to tell him to take whatever he wanted and leave. That she wouldn't call the police.<br/><br/>"Timmm whummm ewwm ohnnn," it came out past taped lips. She sighed. Of course he couldn't understand her. She sounded like a fool.<br/><br/>Allison blinked back tears. She prayed that what he wanted wasn't her. But she was certain that before he left, she would be one of the things that he would take.