Free Dreamscape by Rose Anderson Page B

facilitate his return that night.
    Another crash came from below. Lanie said quickly, “Tomorrow then. I’m sorry, please let yourself out.” The sound of broken glass was heard. “Oh, what the heck is going on?”
    Max chuckled. “Not a problem.”
    Exasperated, Lanie hastily ran back to the cellar where crates, broken furniture, and decades of unused window panes made it next to impossible and extremely dangerous to maneuver down there. For the fourth time today she was distracted.”
    Max checked the tape covering the lock. “Not a problem at all.”

 
    Chapter 8
    Max looked both ways down the street. Rolling up his sleeve, he checked his watch under the roll of duct tape he wore like a bracelet. Showtime.
    It was quiet and deserted this hour of the morning. That made two a.m. his lucky hour. The black panties were in his pocket. He’d beat off twice in anticipation with them pressed to his nose. He wanted to last. She was certainly a pretty thing, much prettier than the last woman he’d met at two a.m. That one did have nice big tits though. His dick got hard remembering her squeals when he’d twisted her nipples. Still, in the end he took her like a dog. It didn’t matter what her face looked like. He’d rather not see their black eyes and bloody noses when he fucked them anyway. Stupid cunts.
    The porch step squeaked, and he froze, listening. No sound of her waking so he carefully opened the door. The tape had done its job perfectly. Taking the roll off his wrist, he slowly pulled a length long enough to bind her hands. This he stuck on his pant leg and then tore another, this would cover her eyes. Too bad he had to. She had pretty eyes.
    He found her room again. She was lying there, half-covered by her sheet. Oh good, you sleep nude. That’ll save us some time. Fucking hell , he thought to himself. Seeing her nude made his dick so hard it hurt. He’d take care of that soon enough. Moving slowly, he carefully laid the tape over one wrist then gently placed the strip over her eyes.
    She immediately came awake. “Wha…”
    He set upon her, clamping his hand tight over her mouth and nose so hard she couldn’t breathe. Pressing all his weight into her chest, he bound her wrists together against her struggles. “Okay, little cunt, we’re going to play a game. The rules go like this, if you scream and fight I’m gonna hurt you.” He emphasized the last words by cruelly grabbing and twisting her breast. She screamed in pain through his fingers. Gripping harder, he hissed again, “No, you’re going to lay quiet-like, and I’m gonna play.”
    Lanie clawed at the hand covering her face. She couldn’t breathe and her head was starting to swim.
    Lanie’s attacker let go of her abruptly. “What the fuck? No! Get the fuck away from me! Get away!!! Ahhhh…”
    She heard the screaming man’s footsteps running down the hall to the stairs. The sound of feet on the stairs turned into a crashing noise below and suddenly all was quiet. She tore at the tape over her eyes, feeling the smaller hairs of her eyebrows ripping free along with it. She ripped the tape from her wrists with her teeth, tearing the skin as well but she ignored it. With a shaking hand, she reached for her cell phone and dialed 911.
    “Emergency Services, how may I help you?”
    Lanie could barely talk, she stammered, “P–please help…I’ve b–been attacked in m–my house...”
    Minutes later a squad car screeched into the driveway, followed shortly by two more patrol cars. They found the intruder at the bottom of the stairs. Apparently something had interrupted him, for rather than completing his planned attack he’d fled and in so doing tripped on the loose stair runner and fell down two full flights of stairs to break his neck.
    Lanie refused to go to the hospital, but one of the female officers stayed a while longer to finish the report and to make sure she was okay. Her breast was terribly bruised, as were her ribs where his arm