Don't Look Behind

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CHAPTER 1

It is late at night. The winds are picking up. The leaves of the trees rustle with high swirls. A girl in her late 20's walks across a deserted parking lot to her car. Asa strong wind whooshes across the parking lot, swirling leaves around the girl, she pulls the collars of her jacket up.

Fumbling for her keys in the darkness, she feels a set of eyes boring into her. Glancing over her shoulder, she sees the moonlight glint off a figure across the parking lot. The eyes seem to glow in the dark. –The person’s facial features appear almost un-human.

The girl drops her keys just as the figure starts to make its way towards her. She reaches down n gropes around in the dark until she finds the keys. She manages to unlock the door, jumps into the car and slams the door shut. She shoves the key in the ignition and switches the engine on. She looks out the window. The figure has started running towards the car. The girl puts the gear into reverse and hits the pedal. She shifts gears and begins heading out of the parking lot. The figure is clearer now - a lady in a leopard-skin outfit with her hair dishevelled. As the girl passes the woman in the lot, the woman swings an axe at the car. She misses. The girl puts pedal to the metal and the car rockets out of the lot.

The woman in the leopard-skin outfit starts to chase the car. She screams and shouts and waves the axe. The girl looks into her rear-view mirror just as the woman flings the axe at the car.

The axe shatters the rear window. The girl accelerates away and begins to slow down only a good distance later.

She decides to pull over for a bit to catch her breath. She parks the car on the curb and starts to breathe deeply. Suddenly, she hears a rustling from the backseat. She begins turning her head just as a hand reaches out from the dark and grabs her mouth and face. She hears a man hiss, “Don't move or open your mouth. I'll kill you.” She feels the cold steel blade of a knife pressing on her neck.

CHAPTER 2

“What’s your name?”, asks the voice. The girl replies with a trembling voice, “Shevaun” “Good. Now, Shevaun, be a good girl and take me to your lovely place and be quick.”

With the knife at her throat, the man makes Shevaun drive. Each time she tries to say anything or makes a noise, the knife digs a little deeper into her throat. The man slowly leans forward and starts playing with her hair and ears. He flicks her hair over her ears and starts to fiddle with her earring. Shevaun begins to shudder.

She suddenly loses control of the car and swerves. The man slaps her and says, “Don't try anything funny with me. Next time around, it may not be a slap.” Shevaun gulps and grabs the steering wheel tight, concentrating on driving home. She drives down a dark deserted lane close to her house, all the while praying that one of her nosy neighbours will actually decide to take a walk outside now, but to her dismay all is quiet.

She pulls up in the driveway of her place, parks the car and sits still. The man opens his door and motions for Shevaun to do the same.

When they get out, the man grabs her, binds her hands together in front of her with a rope and pushes her towards the house. He makes her open the door and shoves her in. She stumbles and falls. He rushes into the house and slams the door shut.

He then turns to Shevaun lying on the floor, eyeing her ravenously as he walks up to her. She gets nervous and starts to tremble. She starts to back away, crawling backwards on the floor.

He grabs Shevaun by her hair and drags her into the bedroom. He makes her stand up. She swats at him with her tied hands. He gets furious and throws Shevaun onto the bed. He then ties her to the bed posts. She tries to scream, but he stuffs a cloth into her mouth. She starts to gag.

He then spreads her legs and ties them up as well. He then whips out his knife again. The light from the single bulb in the room glints off the blade. He moves close to her and starts slicing her dress from the bottom up. Yanking the dress off, he runs it over his face, mopping up the sweat dripping off it.

He looks down at Shevaun lying there in her underwear. He licks his lips and starts to remove his clothes. Stripping down completely, he stands next to Shevaun. She gasps in horror at the sight of him. His stomach rolls glisten with sweat.

Absolutely disgusted, Shevaun feels the puke rise up her throat. Out of fear more than anything else, she lets her eyes travel down his body until they rest on his member. She almost laughs when she sees the size or lack of it.

He notices her gaze and grins evilly. “Well, bitch, you’re going to have lots of it.” He moves next to the bed and leans over. He then runs the knife through Shevaun's bra, snapping it off before slicing off her panties.

He then leans back and admires Shevaun's petite body, noting that it has all the right curves and size. He starts licking his lips vigorously, moves his hand to his penis and starts to masturbate. He then puts the other hand on her breasts and starts massaging them. Shevaun starts to squirm away in vain.

The man seems to enjoy this, especially watching the disgust Shevaun's eyes. He then gets on the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He thinks of violating her down south, but then decides he would rather get into her than waste time. He kneels between her legs and tries to guide his penis into her. Shevaun closes her eyes.

CHAPTER 3

Thwack! Thwack!

Shevaun hears a sound and opens her eyes. She sees blood bubble out of her assailant’s mouth as he comes crashing down on her.

She feels the sweat of his body rub against her. Something warm and fluid runs down her body. The weight of the man above her seems to increase.

Everything goes blurry and Shevaun realises she's crying. Through her tears, she notices a shadow move. Then the deadweight upon her begins to lift.

The ropes binding her hands and feet loosen and the gag is prised out. She starts to wipe her eyes as somebody covers her with a blanket. She turns around and sees that face she swore she would never ever forget.

It is the pale, frizzy-haired woman in the leopard-skin pants who had chased her car.

Rather groggily Shevaun asks, “Who? What? How did you get here?” The lady replies, 

“Dear girl, I'm Captain Jacqueline Sparrow with the LAPD. I was off duty, walking though the parking lot, when I saw a man sit up behind you.

I tried to shout out. I had actually seen the man earlier and he seemed suspicious. I tried following him, but he managed to give me the slip.”

Shevaun asks, “But how did you find me? There was nobody behind us.” Jacqueline replies, “Yes, true. In your haste to get away from me, you dropped your wallet, which had your license and address on it. It looks like I reached in the nick of time.”

Shevaun looks at the man. “Is he dead?” Jacqueline looks at her and smiles.

“Dead as dead can be.”