"Wh-Why are you here?" I asked timidly and took a few steps back.

Justin didn't say anything and smiled wickedly. I was so scared that my body was trembling in fear. He held his gun and pointed it to me. My legs wobbled and I slowly sat down in the corner of the bed room.

I should have been more aware and alert. I should have known that Justin was my stalker because there was a clear reason  behind his stalking. I had rejected his proposal since I was with you, Will. I should have known better, this was all my fault.

"Please . . . leave me alone. Y-you can take anything you want, just leave me, please . . . " I pleaded and joined my hands.

I couldn't fight him because he had a gun. It seemed that he was intoxicated and wasn't in his right senses. The fear in me was so overwhelming that I was frozen in my spot, afraid to make any move which may provoke him to hurt me.

"Please, don't," I croaked when he bent down. His face was inches away from me and he cocked his head as if he was trying to fathom my words. His breath reeked of alcohol and I tried my best to not turn my head away from his scrutiny. He pressed the cold gun against my forehead and tears welled up in my eyes.

Suddenly, he crashed his lips to mine while keeping the gun pressed against my forehead. I couldn't help, but tears rolled down my cheeks as he moved his lips forcefully. I whimpered, but I let him kiss me. I was helpless with the gun threatening to take my life.

His other hand was going underneath my skirt and I tried not to push him away. He thrust his tongue and groaned when his fingers touched my underwear. I cried and quickly caught his lingering hand. He put pressure on the gun pressed against my forehead and I unwillingly let go of his hand.

He pulled away from the kiss and straightened his posture. He towered over me and tugged at my hair. My hands were wrapped around my knees as I sat there cowering in fear. I couldn't look up at him, but then he pulled my hair harder. I cried out in agony and looked up.

He pointed his gun at me and asked, "Did you tell the police?"

I couldn't find my voice and I just stared at him. He narrowed his eyes and bent down. He repeated in a low voice, "Did you tell the police?"

"N-No," I lied in a shaky voice and before I knew, he slapped me right across my cheek. I looked down and sobbed in pain.

"I heard you talk to the police!" he raised his voice and I flinched. "Don't you dare say no to me."

He grabbed my arms and pulled me up roughly. I begged him, "I'm s-sorry, please leave me . . . please . . ."

"That lover of yours, that bastard Will! He made a huge mistake leaving you here, all alone," he said and emphasized on the last two words.

I was weeping like a lost child, not knowing what to do. I froze when suddenly he started to play with my dark brown hair, a small smile playing on his lips. He twirled my locks around his gun and grinned.

"Aren't you mad at him? Aren't you angry that he left you here? I would never leave my innocent little love behind." He brushed his fingers against my lips and I shuddered.

He gazed at me and continued, "Only if you had been with me . . . It's not too late, but you just had to bring the police into this, didn't you?"

I wanted to scream at him that he was a sick psychopath and that I would never be with him. I wanted defend myself, but I couldn't. He was a trained cop and owned a gun which made me so weak as compared to him.

"The police will be here in ten minutes or so," he said and glanced at his watch. "I need at least five minutes to make sure I get away, so how about a quickie?"

I was beyond petrified when he went to unzip his pants all the while pointing the gun at me. I thought of playing along and waste his time, but I was so scared. I couldn't move and I stood rooted to my spot. This was it. I was going to get raped at gun point and then possibly killed.

However, there was this tiny ray of hope in me which didn't make me want to snatch the gun from him and kill myself in the process. It would be better to get killed straightaway, instead of going through assault and torture and then get killed. Even if he wouldn't kill me, I knew I wouldn't be able to live knowing what had happened to me.

But as I said earlier, there was hope. Hope that the police would arrive soon. Hope that I would get saved. Hope that Justin would change his mind and leave me. Hope that all these problems would disappear.

And hope, that you would come back to me.