She also knew, even in her half-sleep state, that this was no nightmare, this was frighteningly real, and she was in serious trouble. This was a living nightmare and right now she had no idea how to dispel the horror and fear that she felt. Not in her wildest imaginings could Jessie have visualized something like this happening. It was a shocking situation and Jessie was uncertain as to the outcome.
The sharp blade that the intruder held over her head glinted in the half-light that pierced the curtains. Jessie, fearing the worse, choked back a cry. She didn’t want to die. She was too young to die, too successful to die now. There was so much more that she wanted to do with her life. This was unfair. Life was so unfair. She’d done nothing morally wrong. Why was this occurring? It shouldn’t have been happening to her.
She couldn’t move. The heavy weight and muscular strength of the intruder pinned her to her bed. All she could do was to try and recollect whether she’d not closed the door properly or perhaps left the key in the lock. But she remembered that she had secured the lock and this dead bolt should have prevented him from getting in. That was one of the security measures that the owner had made a point of showing her prior to her purchase So, how had this monster got into her apartment?
Her mind was racing. Thoughts rapidly invaded her brain trying to make sense of what was occurring and at the same time also trying to think of a way out of this predicament.