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drawers were pulled free from my cabinet; their contents were scuffled around the bed. The spare closet door was standing open, and the place was ransacked for whatever was available. The packed boxes on the floor had been ripped open, half-emptied and strewn about on the floor.
     
    Someone’s robbed me! I shouted in my head. What other rooms have they hit?
     
    “Get on the floor,” I heard from a gravelly, older voice. Instinctively I whirled around, coming face to face with the gun that was emerging from behind the door. Attached to it was a grizzly older male, a ski mask pulled down over his face. Tufts of shoulder-length, graying hair poked out from beneath the rim of his mask, but my attention was pulled immediately to his demanding eyes.
     
    “Lady, I said get down on the fucking floor ,” he repeated. My eyes immediately flew towards anything, anything within grasp, but I knew it was fruitless. By the time I had my hands around a candlestick holder or the handle of a knife, even if any of that stuff was in here, I would already be dropping to the ground with a few fresh bullets inside me.
     
    I felt myself lowering down to the floor.
     
    “Hands on your head,” he commanded, and I did as I was told.
     
    “You're a...chubby little minx, aren't ya?” The robber told me, out of the blue. “Isn't that right?”
     
    “...Yes,” I answered, shivering with fear.
     
    “That's right, you are...maybe the floor ain't so good a place for you. Maybe I should take you to the bedroom, eh? Want to head in there for a little bit? Of course, my little friend here is gonna be around if you try any funny stuff...” He waved the gun around slightly to give me the picture.
     
    “No, please,” I started to beg. “Take whatever you want. It doesn't matter. Just please don't hurt me.”
     
    The assailant slipped down to a kneeling position beside me, the tip of his gun barely gracing my hair. I shivered in a mixture of fear and...what else? It couldn't be excitement…
     
    With the gun in my back, he had me lead him towards the bedroom, which entailed going back through the main area – including the kitchen, right by the back patio access. As we passed by, something seemed to catch his attention.
     
    “The fuck was that?” I heard him growl. Rising back up, he stumbled towards the glass sliding door onto my backyard, peering towards the woods. “Swear I saw a...a couple of...there's no way. Not near houses ,” he muttered to himself.
     
    The intruder was caught in some silent conflict, turning between the glass, holding back the darkness outside, and my thick, shivering body in front.
     
    “Alright, something weird's going on, and you're going to help me get to the bottom of it.”
     
    Are you for real? I thought to myself. His smoldering glare told me a quick, resounding YES, which was enough to rouse me to action. He motioned with the gun and nodded to the glass door, expecting me to go out first.
     
    Did he really see something?
     
    I trembled to the door and fumbled with the mechanism before pushing it open. The motion detector flickered the outdoor light on, and the backyard was as plain as ever.
     
    “Go on,” he growled again, and I reluctantly obeyed. It was beginning to become an unfortunate habit with the unwelcome intruder.
     
    I stepped out onto the patio, and heard the creak of the wood behind me as he followed. Every step further towards the woods sent chills down my spine – I was increasingly aware how easy it would be to dispose of me out there, and wondered how long it would take anyone to find me.
     
    Was I about to become wolf grub? I thought to myself. Are there even wolves out there?
     
    “Pick up the pace,” he irritably grumbled, and I started walking faster. My confidence was shot. Every footfall, I was now convinced, planted me firmer in my grave.
     
    He's going to take me out here and rape me, and then he's going to kill me. Oh god, somebody please help me.
     
    But