I was drying my freshly showered body when I heard some disturbance downstairs. Thinking it was my cat, I paid no heed to it, but soon enough the sound of drawers opening and closing reached my ear. Deciding to check the sound myself, I wrapped a bathing gown around my still-wet body and with a knife and my phone, with 911 already dialled into it, I descended the stairs, to find nothing.

Just as I was about to hit call 911, a hand fisted my hair, yanking it backwards, making the knife and my phone fall. I thrashed against him but in vain. His other hand came down to my throat and squeezed it, completely cutting off my air supply. He left my throat, leaving me gasping for air, and at the same time, I felt wetness gather between my thighs. He dragged me with him into the kitchen and threw me on the floor, making me moan out loud in pleasure.