I came in as usual that day, turned on my stereo and started to make myself comfy. In the reflection of my mirror I caught something that shocked me. The man from downstairs holding a gun, I hadn't heard him come in, he looked pissed. I started to plead with him, " don't hurt me... please, I am so sorry for the noise it won't ever happen again, please put the gun away, please...". He didn't look sympathetic as he smiled. He reached down and that's when I noticed the black brief case at his feet. "What on earth could he have in there?". Inside were bundles of rope neatly stacked from shortest to longest, he took one of the short ones, set down his gun and grabbed my arm, twisting me around quickly. The fear overtook me and I started to plead more, " I am so sorry, please don't hurt me, you can have my stereo, take my purse ". He didn't speak as he quickly tied my hands, when he was done I tried to loosen them by moving my wrist back and forth, but they were too tight. Finally I pleaded, "what do you want?" He stopped for a moment " I want to make myself comfortable and I want to be entertained. The music sounds much better up here than it does from my apartment." His casual attitude was alarming, but at least he wasn't going to shoot me. He continued to tie up my legs and ankles" relax its going to be a long night ", his voice was smooth in my ear. My fear was turning into arousal, a long of what I wondered?

Artemis Antone