I pulled my silver chevi malibo into my small garage. My large white house was 3 miles away from any other sign of civilization, which was just the way I liked it. I hated city life, and being in the city for 6 hours a day was almost too much. I couldn't wait until I found a better job out in the country somewhere.

As I was walking out of the garage, towards the house, I felt a strong hand being placed over my mouth and an arm wrap around my stomache, pulling me closer to whoever was behind me. I dropped all of my papers out of surprise, and started to struggle out of fear. I screamed, but the hand covering my mouth muffled any sound that I made.

I heard a low chuckle from behind me. "I would stop struggling, if I were you Princess. You really don't want to anger me." a man said as he held me even tighter.

I forced myself to stop struggling against him, because I knew that by the tone in his voice he wasn't one to mess with. He forced me to walk with him to my house.

"If you scream, I'll kill you. Do you understand?" he asked in a stern tone.

I closed my eyes tightly and nodded my head.

"If you keep being such a good girl we shouldn't have any problems," he said in a pleasent tone as he removed his hand from my mouth. I recognized his voice from somewhere but I couldn't think of where I had heard him before. As he took the key to get into my house out of my front right pocket I tried my best not to cry. My foster mother always told me that big girls never cried, and she would inforce that rule by slapping me every time I let a tear slip.

My parents had died in a bank robbery when I was 15, and I was immediatly sent to foster care. I was the only surviver of the robbery, and the only reason I survived was because I was in the bathroom when it all happened. They had sent one of the robbers in the bathroom to check for people, but when he saw me he just stared at me for a few minutes. I was sitting on the floor in the corner crying, when he entered. I never begged for my life, and I only looked at him once, yet he walked away and pretended that I wasn't in there. As he left I could hear him say, "We're all clear boss." I wondered why he wasn't wearing a ski mask to hide his identity, but when I heard the gun shots go off I knew why. I sat in that corner crying, and trembling with fear until the police showed up. 10 years had past since that day but I still remembered it clearly.

I came back to reality when the man who was behind me pushed me forward into my house gently, yet forcefully. "Go sit over by the table," he said sternly as he let go of his grip on me. Quietly, I walked over to the table and sat down in one of the chairs. I knew that I should probably have kept my eyes on the table and not looked at him, but my curiousity got the better of me.

When I looked up I realized how I recognized his voice. It was the man from the bank! The one who let me live...

I wondered if he would recognize me, and what he would do if he did. I had been the one to put him in jail. His dark brown hair had grayed since I last saw him. He had lost his fat and gained muscle as well. However, his eyes were still that same shade of cold grey. I looked away almost instantly, just like I had the first time. He chuckled softly as he finished locking the front door. "Do you remember me Princess?" he asked as he started to walk towards me. "I certainly remember you. I recognized you as soon as you got out of your car." He moved some stray hair out of my face, and smirked when I flinched away. "I'm going to have a lot of fun with you for the next few days." He said the statement as if he was encouraging himself to go through with what he had planned for me.

The police had told me that his name was Robert Fleming. Before that day he was wanted for 3 counts rape, 2 counts murder, and 1 count attempted murder. Ever since that night 1 count of bank robbery and 24 more counts of murder were added to the list. He had never given up his partners to the bank robery or the murders that happened that day.

He moved away from me and walked out of the room, probably searching for any other ways I could get out of the house. I used all my courage to get up and make a quick run to the phone, but he was back in the room almost instantly. He grabbed my hair and pulled my body to the floor. I whimpered in pain, and tried to stand, but he kicked my stomach, causing me to fall back to the floor in pain.

I started to cough, and was holding my side in immense pain. "That was really stupid of you. I warned you not to anger me Princess, but you didn't listen. Your pain is your fault!" he yelled as he kicked me again. I screamed in agony, and started to cough harder. It was so hard to breathe, I wasn't sure if I was going to make it. I had never been in that kind of pain before. He grabbed my hair and dragged me behind him as he walked out to the living room. I tried my hardest to get on my feet and walk behind him, but it was hard to keep up. He let go of my hair and pushed me back to the ground. I hit my back against the edge of the couch as I was falling and whimpered in pain. He glared at me and said, "If I catch you at any more stupid attempts the punishment will be worse."

He walked around the house, locking all the ways I could possibly escape from. I sat on the floor near the couch, too afraid to move.

I heard him in the kitchen talking on the phone, but he was too far away for me to hear what he was saying.

When he did finally come back into the room almost an hour had past. He was now holding a bottle of beer that he must have found in my refridgerator. I never drank, but my fiance liked to have a beer or two every night. My fiance was in Rome at the time visiting family. I couldn't go with him because I had to work.

"What's for dinner?" he asked as he stood 5 feet in front of me looking down at my face.

I was tempted to make a "smart remark", but I figured that if I wanted any chance of living I would have to be nice to him. "What do you want?" I asked in a quiet and submissive tone.

"Somethin' quick and easy to make. I'm fuckin' starvin'!" he exclaimed as he sat down in one of the chairs. He picked up the remote and turned on the tv. I wasn't sure what to do so I just sat there. After about a minute he turned to me and yelled, "Well get your lazy ass in there and make me somethin'!" I quickly got up and almost ran to the kitchen.

About half an hour later I was handing him a plate of macaroni and cheese. I usually never let people eat in the living room, but I was too terrorified to enforce that rule. I did however sit in the kitchen while I ate.

After doing the dishes, I started to turn off the lights. I left the light in the living room on, because he was still in there watching tv.

I was halfway up the stairs before I felt him grab my wrist angrily and pull me to him. "What the fuck do you think your doing?" he yelled.

"I'm tired. I was going to go to bed," I whispered in a fearful voice.

His face softened slightly and he let go of my wrist. "That's fine, go on up," he said as he turned and walked away.

I quickly ran up the rest of the way to my bedroom, closing the door behind me once I got there. I debated on locking the door, but decided against it since I knew it would piss him off.

As I was changing into my pjs, he opened the door and walked in. Quickly, I grabbed my pj top and used it to cover my chest. I couldn't help but lower my eyes as he locked the door and started to walk towards me. I started to walk towards my bathroom, but he grabbed my wrist lightly and gently pulled me back to him. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"What's your name Princess?" he asked, his voice slurred.

"Autumn," I whispered, still clutching onto the shirt, attempting to cover myself.

"Do you want to know why I saved you Autumn?" he asked as he ran one of his hands up and down my side, while he placed his other hand on the small of my back. "When I opened that door I saw this sexy girl sitting on the floor, and I hoped that one day I would meet her again and would be able to feel my dick inside of her body. Now I can..."

My eyes grew wide and I looked up at him. His face held a dark smile.

"Please don't hurt me. I promised my fiance he could have my virginity. I really must keep that promise to him! Please just let me go to sleep," I said as I choked back the tears.

He smirked slightly and grabbed me by my hair. "Your not going to get away from me Autumn. You might as well just try to enjoy this time we have together." he said softly as he leaned down and kissed me.

I whimpered into his lips and used all my strength to attempt to get away from him, athough it was no use. He was by far stronger than I. His lips left mine momentarily and I turned my head away from his.

"Please don't do this," I begged as I started to cry. He had started to rub his free hand over my breasts and ass.

"Stay quiet Autumn. I promise I'll be gentle," he said quietly as he started trying to get my shirt off of me.

"No! Stop it," I started screaming as I tried harder to get his hands away from me.

He slapped me across my face and held me up by my hair. "This can get painful real fast Autumn. I suggest you shut the fuck up and do as I say!" he grumbled angrily. He pushed me onto the bed. Then he started to take his belt off. I instantly thought he was going to whip me, so I started to cry even harder. "I'm not going to hurt you unless you disobey me. Now stay still!"

I closed my eyes as he started to undress, and I thought about my fiance. I knew I couldn't blame him for what was about to happen, but I still wished he had been with me instead of in Rome. I felt his weight upon the bed, and my eyes shot open. I was not going to let him have his way with me.

I scrambled off the bed and ran to my bathroom. I almost had the door closed, but he was too fast. He pushed the door open so hard that I fell to the ground. I whimpered in pain and tried to get onto my feet, but he forced me to stay on the ground. He back handed me across my face and I yelped in pain. He grabbed my hair and forced me to stand. I was crying so hard at this point my vision was blurred and I could hardly breathe. He ripped my shirt off of my body and quickly unhooked my bra and took that off as well.

He dragged me back out to the bedroom and pushed me up against one of the walls. He held me there with one hand while he again wrapped the belt around his hand. "You'll regret that stupid decision of yours!" he said angrily as he started to whip my back over and over. The pain was so intense that I almost passed out, but just as I was about to he stopped. I truly wished I had passed out, so I wouldn't have to go through what he was going to put me through.

He dragged me over to the bed and forced me to lay down on it, although I almost screamed in pain when I felt the pressure against the cuts from the belt. He pulled my pants off, and then he pulled my panties off.

He got ontop of me and forced me to spread my legs. I was too weak from the beating to do much about it, but I fought back as hard as I could. It only made him angrier though.

While he was raping me, he would slap me or start to choke me until I stopped fighting.

After he was done, he ripped up one of my shirts and used the cloth to tie my hands to the headboard. I was so weak that I fell asleep 5 minutes after he left the room, to go sleep in the guest bedroom.

*End of Chapter One FINALLY*