Chapter Three.

Warning. Mature themes ahead ;; There will be blood, a home invasion and assault in this chapter. If this triggers you, please do not read.

Casual or fancy, I thought as I looked through my clothes. In the end I chose something inbetween for tonight, complimenting the outfit with boots and simple, yet elegant jewelery. I heard the doorbell ring from downstairs and I quickly finished checking myself in the mirror to rush and answer it. Thinking it was Bill a little early to pick me up, I opened my front door with a grin on my face, ready to greet him. But instead I found myself meeting eyes with three strangers covered in dark hoodies and sweat pants.

Without giving me a chance to say one word, I was suddenly rushed at and pushed backwards into the entrance of my home. I gasped when my backside came into contact with the hard flooring. I watched wide-eyed as my attackers came inside, closing the door behind them. They didn't speak at first, just pulled out small sharp knives and flashed them infront of my face.

Fear rose inside and my body began to tremble uncontrollably. "P-please don't hurt me." I managed to say as tears welled in the corners of my eyes. They laughed and one of them bent over me, holding the tip of the knife against my cheek. "Wh-what do you want?"

"For you to be scared." One of the men spoke, his voice low.

I tried to shuffle backwards and away from the hooded guy infront of my face, but I was quickly grabbed from the back by the third guy. I was now crying and pleading as I was dragged further into my house and into the lounge.

"Should we mess her up here?" The guy dragging me asked this fellow accomplices. I was thrashing around, screaming at the top of my lungs for help. "Will you shut up!" Suddenly I was struck across the face with the back of a hand. I yelped; my head sent jerking to one side painfully.

"Pl-please stop. I have money and jewelery upstairs. Please take it and leave me alone." I cried as I held the side of my throbbing face. My eyes quickly glanced up to the clock on the wall of my lounge, reading that it was ten minutes to seven. Please Bill, get here soon and help me. Please.

"We don't want your cash or valubles," one trailed off before moving hid knife towards my legs, digging the tip into my clothed skin. I hissed as pain jolted up my leg. "We just want you to scream. You see, we get off inflicting pain and fear on pretty young girls as yourself."

Another hiss of pain came from my lips as the blade slid across my clothing, shredding it cleanly as my attacker began to destroy the fabric covering my legs. I could only watch in horror as he exposed my legs, ripping the remaining clothing from my body.

I could see red. Blood. My blood. It stained my shredded clothing and the tip of the knife. I felt myself become sick. I held my mouth with my hand tightly, hearing the men around me laugh like sick, twisted maniacs.

I was going to be sick.