Steve drove by Rachel's complex and parked across the street. He'd been checking up on the details of the restraining order, and saw that she'd filed a report with the police just the day before. She'd come home, he grinned. He sat patiently and was rewarded an hour or so later when she stepped outside and into her car, driving off. Crossing the busy street, Steve went up to the second floor and left a single red rose at her door before turning and making his way back to his vehicle.
She returned an hour or so later, carrying bags of groceries up the stairs. He still watched her from his spot, getting excited as he watched her hips sway as she walked, the breeze blowing her mane of red hair. He wished he could see her face when she found the red blossom. Just thinking of her aroused him, and he squirmed in his seat. After giving her a few minutes to get inside, he picked up his cell phone and dialed her number, listening to it ring several times before she answered.
"Hello?" he heard her sweet southern accent.
"Well well, it seems my little angelbaby has come home, just as I asked," he chuckled.
"Don't flatter yourself," she growled into the phone. "This has to stop Steve...and now. All the flowers and sweet talking in the world aren't going to get me back," she insisted, trying hard not to let the fear show through in her voice.
He ignored her. "You looked lovely just now angelbaby," he purred. "I'd have thought you'd have worn something a bit sexier for me though," he trailed off, her mental image still in his mind. "How about if I come over and the two of us play a little? Like old times?" he continued.
"NO! I don't want to see you Steve. I don't want to talk to you - nothing! Can't you get that through your thick skull??" she yelled.
"Now Rachel. Surely you don't mean you'd rather have your little Backstreet Boy instead of me? Or was it all five of them?" he snarled. "Now get ready...I'm on my way," he commanded as he hung up the phone before she could say anything, a sadistic smile curving the ends of his lips as he thought about getting his hands on her again.
Rachel threw the phone receiver across the room, then ran to the door and turned the deadbolt with shaking hands. The police. She'd call the police. She picked up the phone and there was no tone: Steve had cut the wires to her apartment, a trick he'd pulled on her before.
"Heaven help me." she whispered. But, knowing that she'd have to help herself, she ran to the kitchen and found a knife. She stood holding it in trembling hands, facing the door. He was coming, there was no doubt in her mind.
"Hi Angelbaby." Rachel jumped, dropping the knife and screaming as she turned. "You always forget the fire escape, you stupid stupid bitch. But hey, here I am!"
Steve darted forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, tilting her head back at a painful angle. He was much stronger than her, and she knew it was basically useless to struggle. Using his foot Steve flipped the knife up into his hand. "Aw, baby, are you cookin' for me? You know how much I love your cookin'. Or did you have other plans for this knife."
"S-Steve what do you want? Do you want to talk?"
"Talk is nice, but cheap. I want to play." Steve ripped her blouse off. "Ah, bruises all healed away, huh? Too bad. I always liked the look of the purple against your milky skin. And I was always careful to keep 'em off your face, angelbaby, you have to give me that. You have to be grateful. Tell me you're grateful." Steve shoved her down on the floor, using his knee to pin her back to the ground. "Tell, me, Bitch!" He tied her hands together with his belt.
"I'm g-grateful." Rachel gritted out between jaws tense with pain.
Steve grabbed her hair and raised her head, thuping it back down into the floor, bloodying her nose. "You better be, baby. This time won't be so nice, but after a while I may let you out again." He tied her feet together with some rope that he had brought along. Then he kicked her in the ribs, causing her to moan with pain. "So were the Backstreet Boys grateful to have a resident slut like you? Did they all watch while you gave it to them? Did that turn you on, angelbaby?" it was turning Steve on. A red haze of rage was clouding Steve's vision as he began to methodically kick and hit Rachel. "Bet they weren't so hot. Bet you missed your big daddy, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU! ANSWER!!"
"Y-yes..."
"Yes WHAT?"
"Yes, big daddy."
"That's better," cooed Steve turning tender, laying out next to her and stroking her face. "Everything's going to be OK again, angelbaby. Big daddy will make it right. And you'll be so grateful, right? and you'll be grateful and will never run away again..." Steve began to unsnap his jeans.
At that moment there was a scuffling sound out in the hallway, and a banging on the door.
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