Will You be My Whore

“I have something for you, my sweetness,” a low, dark voice called out in Sara’s empty bedroom. She jolted awake, looking here and there, searching for the source of the voice but no one was around. She thought it was probably a dream and started to lie back down to go to sleep.

“Did you not hear me, you slut?” The voice came again a little louder this time and now Sara was sure she wasn’t imagining things.

“Who is it?” She called out to her room but she could see no one.

“Ah, so you can finally hear me now. I’ve been waiting for so long for you to hear my voice, my love,” the dark voice echoed throughout her room, and she was suddenly terrified. She started sweating, even though the temperature was below 15 degrees.

“Who are you?” She asked no one.

“An admirer of yours,” the voice called back, “if you can hear me now, that means I can touch you now as well,” he said and suddenly she felt a pair of hands on her bare legs under the duvet. She looked below the duvet but could see n