Home Intrusion

“Wha…what…what do you mean?” Kalista stuttered.

“What the hell do you think I mean? I mean what I say, I want you,” he practically yelled, “are you stupid?”

“No, I…well…I am…what…” Kalista couldn’t seem to form complete sentences.

“You’re so happy your speechless, right?” he teased.

He took his left hand and rubbed up her leg to her thigh. Kalista jumped at the feel of his touch. It had been almost a year since her last boyfriend broke up with her, she missed the way he touched her. Tears formed at her eyes but she blinked them away.

“What do you want to do with me?” Kalista cried, “I mean do you want me just for...sex..or what?”

“Well, it has been a while since I’ve been with a woman, especially one so…alluring,” he lightly brushed her cheek, she jerked at his movement “I want you, Kalista, so I am going to bring you home with me.”

“Please…just go away…leave me here,” Kalista pleaded.

“No! You told me to take what I want, and I want you, so I am taking you,” with that he lifted her to her feet. She was light, so lifting her was no problem.

Kalista’s legs gave away when she realized there was no way out of this, one way or another she was going to leave her home, to go to his. The man caught her when she nearly fell. She looked down at his jeans and could see the gun. Kalista made a move to grab it but his movements were too quick, and he had both wrists in one hand.

“Uh, uh. No touching the gun,” he scolded her, shaking his finger like she was a toddler.

He looked her up and down again, as if he had forgotten what she was wearing.

“Now, we don’t want the neighbours to see you half naked. That would be bad,” he turned around and brought Kalista up the stairs. Kalista cried the whole way up the stairs and to her room.

“Stop those horrible sobs, they’re so un-lady-like,” he chortled. When they reached her room, he shoved Kalista onto the bed and shut the door.

“Don’t want you going anywhere,” he looked at her and then moved to her closet and dresser.

Kalista sat up on her bed and took a long look at her room, surveying it all. Many memories happened in this room. She was so entranced by her room that she never noticed him dig threw her clothes, pulling out random garments.

“Put this on,” he barked at her, yanking her back to reality.

A pair of jeans and a sweater was thrown her way. As if she was enchanted, Kalista got up slowly and pulled the jeans over her round tight ass. Then she pulled the sweater on around her tank.

“Ready, my silent beauty?” the man chuckled.

“Y…yes…” she stuttered.

“Good, now…”

Kalista cut him off before he could finish. “Would it be ok, if I take a couple of things from my room?”

The man looked aggravated as he marched over and slapped Kalista hard across the face throwing her body painfully to the soft ground of her room.

“Never, ever, interrupt me!” he said between clenched teeth. Kalista looked up at him from her place on the floor; tears welling in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I was just thinking, that I could take some clothes and maybe some books...”

“NO! We don’t have time for you to go around collecting things we are leaving, now!” he pulled her to her feet and dragged her out of the room. As they passed by her desk, Kalista quickly grabbed the first book her hands landed on and put it in her sweater pocket. When they reached the stairs, he just about threw her down them.

“Now, this is the plan. I’ll take two of the bags, and you can take the lightest one. We will take them to my truck, which is parked across the street. If anyone stops us, you better make something up and then continue to the truck. If you try to make a run for it, or try to tell someone, I will kill them and then I will get you. Am I clear?” he stared intently at her.

“Crystal…” Kalista said, trying to sound brave.

Kalista reached for a bag that seemed to have the things from the living-room in it. It wasn’t very light, but she could manage it. The man grabbed the last two and they both headed towards the front door, Kalista slipped into a pair of sneakers and headed out the door.

The man followed and then closed the door behind him. Kalista pinpointed a silver 1998 Toyota Tacoma pick-up truck; it was the only vehicle on the street. Even though she couldn’t see him, she could feel his presence behind her. She could almost feel his warm breath on the back of her neck. The feeling made her hair stand up. When she made it to the truck, she placed the bag in the back and waited. Soon she felt his arm brush against hers as he lifted the other two bags into the back.

“Come this way,” he whispered into her ear as he grabbed her arm and lead her around the truck to the passenger side. Kalista allowed him to lead her; she knew there was nothing left she could do. If she tried to run or scream, he’d certainly kill her or someone else.

He opened the door for her and Kalista lifted herself inside. The man made his way around the other side and soon he was seated next to her. He started the truck and they were on their way.

Kalista took the book out of her pocket and she looked down to see what she had managed to snag Tears of Rage by John Walsh. Great, she thought, just what I need to read right now. A book about kidnapping and murder, only in her case the man wants more than to just murder me, she thought as she looked over at him.

“I thought I told you not to bring anything with you!” he yelled as he looked down in her arms. He made a move to hit her again.

“I…I’m sorry, I don’t even want to read it anyways,” Kalista flinched away from him and placed the book on the dashboard.

“It’s ok,” he tried to sound calm, when he saw her move, “I am going to try to control my anger.”

Kalista looked at him with complete terror in her eyes. When she was sure it was safe, she came away from the door and sat upright. Silent.

“So, Kalista, I already know so much about you,” he said as they drove on. “Is there anything you want to know about me?”

Kalista just looked at him, no sound escaping her lips.

“I said, what do you want to know about me? You will speak when spoken to! Fuck!” he yelled. A jerked movement made his eyes wander over to her seat. He had startled her again.

“Uh…ok…uh…since you know my age…what’s yours?” she tried to act brave and casual.

“I am 25, turning 26 in a month,” he said.

He looked over her again and it took all his control to keep his hands off her body. God was she gorgeous. From where he sat her breasts were perfect. Her legs were long and firm, she stood at least 5’7”. Her ass was round and tight, he had noticed when she put the jeans on. And her face, God, like an angel’s. It was as if her face glowed. He had never seen a prettier girl…no woman. Her eyes were bewitching. He couldn’t stop looking at them, and he loved redheads. She was like the perfect woman for him.

“Ah, so almost 8 years older than me,” she cleared her throat when she noticed him looking her over again. “What about a name?”

“Huh, what?” he jolted back to reality. “What did you say?”

“Your name?” she inquired. She looked at him. He was fascinated with her; she never knew she could do that to a man.

“Oh, name, right,” he looked back through the window.

“Um, so what is it?”

“Jareth…” he replied.

“Jareth…” she repeated. The name rolled off her tongue.