Thump. Thump. ThumpThump. Thump. ThumpI threw my quilt over my head, my eyes stayed shut. I was totally used to my neighbours banging constantly throughout the night. They had moved in to the house next door six months ago and there was no reasoning with them. Of course I let them off though. One of them was drop dead gorgeous, 6’4 and obviously worked out daily. That was Jon. Since he moved in I had made loads of excuses to go round... ‘have you got any sugar I can borrow?’ He always smiled at me, retrieved the goods, then sent me packing. I guess I liked him more because he didn’t seem too interested in me. The thrill of the chase. I had always been that way. Once I got them I quickly lose interest.His friend was less of a catch. Although not ugly, there was something less appealing and a little weird and creepy about him. He was built like a rugby player, a little shorter than Jon. Adrian never answered the door when I called, but I could always see him watching me closely when I made small talk with Jon.Thump. Thump. Thump.‘…. hell!’ I whispered to myself. I reached over for my phone on the bedside table and lit it up so I could see the time. 03.30am. I lit myself a cigarette in bed and considered going downstairs to the kitchen to get a drink of water. It was a really cold night though and I didn’t want to get out of bed. I ended up going anyway. Throwing my dressing gown on over my night dress and stumbling out of bed in the dark. I was 23, living on my own with my dog in my mid-terraced house.Plodding down the stairs, I stumbled down the last few and squealed out loud. Turning the light on in the kitchen, my dog started to whine to be let out of the back door, so I reluctantly opened it for him, still half asleep. He immediately started barking, which I ignored, too tired to care. I left the door open slightly so he could come back in. The freezing cold air touching my legs and travelled upwards, making my 34D n…. stand on end.My kitchen sink faced the window. As I turned the cold tap on, I vacantly stared at my own reflection. Tall and thin with big boobs. ‘Why am I still single?’ A question I ask myself a lot. I consider myself pretty, 5’11 with long legs, slim build and biggish …... The next time I look up at the window, I see a figure who I instantly recognise as Adrian standing only inches behind me... I blink – expecting to have imagined this.... Spinning round, my mouth opens to scream, but he has already looped a belt around my neck and my screams are gasps of air trying to get out of my lungs.‘Stop! Stop!!!!’ I am trying to scream, but only whispers come out. My hands are gripping the belt, trying to free it and let me breath, but Adrian tightens it so much.... the dog is barking.....I stop fighting.... I am going to die.....Blackout.My eyes open and I am gasping for air. Confusion washes over me, for a fleeting second upon regaining consciousness, I believe I am back in bed with my warm duvet wrapped tightly around me. Reality hits hard as I realise that I am laid on my front on my cold tiled kitchen floor. I feel a clothe in my mouth, taped into place securely. My hands are tied tightly behind my back and my ankles together. I can no longer hear my dog, and given my situation, I was surprised to find myself worried about weather Adrian had hurt my pup.The belt was still around my neck, only looser now. I strained myself to look for Adrian who was sat at my feet waiting for me to wake up. ‘Mmm mmm mm!!’ I manage to say...The high erotic contents is suitable for ADULTS age 18 and up.