Morning Rape

The alarm on her phone went off at 5:00AM and Danielle begrudgingly woke up. Turning the alarm off she swung her legs and sat up on the edge of the bed. Her hair fell down in front of her face and she yawned as she pushed it back and got up. Stretching she walked over to the mirror. It was summer time and insanely hot and humid in Georgia so she slept in a bra and panties set that she only wore to bed because they were so worn. Stripping down she examined herself in the mirror. Her tangled brown hair fell down past her shoulders and she looked at her naked front; how her nice c-cup breasts and small tits stuck out on her toned and tanned body. Keeping up her athletic form was important to her since she after her first year of college she didn’t want to lose everything she had earned throughout her years as an athlete. She went further down and saw that some pubic hair had started to grow back. She didn’t care though since she had only a couple of weeks ago broke up with her boyfriend so she didn’t have the motivation to shave it. Moving away from the mirror she opened her top drawer in her dresser and pulled out a sports bra and running shorts, next drawer down she pulled underwear and short socks. She laid her outfit out on her bed and then walked into her bathroom she turned the shower on. It had been a late night with her girlfriends and even though she wasn’t hungover she enjoyed the water cascading on her body. After a few minuets of freshening up in the shower she stepped out, toweled off, and went back to her bed. She got dressed and slipped her running shoes on and she was out for her 5:30 morning run. Jogging down her road she turned down a hill which would take her to the trail that she would jog for 5 miles down and back. She loved this part of her routine because it allowed her to be alone with her thoughts in the Georgian nature.

Well she thought that she was alone, but the thing about routines is that they make you predictable and easy to prey on. That’s what Anthony had been doing; stalking his prey, learning her routine, and figuring out when she was most vulnerable. He knew that a mile and a half into her run she would be passing a small hut which used to be used by grounds keeping, but now sat abandoned. He had spent the past week prepping it: moving tools around, cleaning it, and bringing the supplies he would need and could possibly need.