How else could this have happened? But it is too dark for her to make me out.How else could this have happened? But it is too dark for her to make me out. All she is aware of is a darker shadow against the darkness of the room, and my hoarse breathing. She knows it must be a man. No woman would have done this to her. Though, in a perverse way, the thought of a woman tying her up and gagging her is somewhat erotic. Even through the terror, she feels the first stirrings of her body as she realizes how helpless, and exposed, she is--how at my mercy! She listens intently as I move through her bedroom. I am aware that she is watching me, but I manage to keep in the shadows or, at least, keep the light behind me and in her eyes. I bend over her and she turns her face up towards me--and finds herself suddenly and completely blind. Panic, then. Absolute panic. Until she feels the blindfold being tightened and tied behind her head. Recognizing the fact that she is merely blindfolded and not blinded does not lessen her fear. And still I remain silent. She must hear the strange whispering noises, then, as I move about the room, opening drawers. She must also hear the sound of cloth on cloth, soft rustlings. |