You Take My Breath Away

You Take My Breath Away

Rain danced down the window panes as lightening threw the foyer into view below her. The house was dark when the storm held back it's electric fury. She pressed her hips against the railing. She knew he was in the house. Six feet to her left, the top step stood waiting for her to make a break for it. Through the front door, down the porch steps and another 200 acres to the next ranch house. He would hear her and give chase, she would never make it that way.
Six feet to her right the door to the Master bedroom was ajar, beckoning her in. She knew she could make it through the bedroom, out the glass doors, over the balcony and down the trellis to escape. It would take longer, but be quieter.
She had to make a decision, waiting would be fatal. Unsure if she had heard the stairs squeak once or twice, she didn't know if he was upstairs or down. The lightning flashed again and her jaw dropped as a new shadow fell over her. He was behind her.
She chanced a glance to the left. The stairs were her only choice now. Could she make it? She felt his heat and his weight as he stepped directly behind her. She was pinned against the railing. He had her. She was done for. His hot breath hit her bare shoulder and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. By sheer raw will, she forced herself to remain still even as chills ran down her spine.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him raise his right hand and bring it toward her throat. What would he do to her? The fear took her over. As his hand closed around her windpipe, he pressed her hard against the railing. No where to go, no where to hide. Her eyes fluttered as her breath caught. His free hand made it's way up her thigh and under the thin cotton dress. Her mind wandered in a breathless dream as she arched her back against him. She loved this game.