I sat quietly waiting for Master to pick me up from work. The train had let me off about 30 minutes ago and Master knew what time I would be here.

I was getting nervous and didn't know what was happening back at His home. Was He ok? Was I being ignored? Did He forget about me?

My nerves got so bad that I started to walk to the sidewalk in front of the station and hailed a cab. I sat twitching and shaking in the back while the cab sped down the main street in town to His home.

The cab pulled up out front and I quickly shoved the fare into the driver's hand and jumped out to rush in the house. His car was still parked out front and the shades were all drawn. He didn't remember me? But I came up to see Him every Friday night. I took care of Him all weekend till Sunday at midnight.

Slowly I crept up the stairs to His apartment. My bags were all settled specifically and I was still wearing my suit from the office. I left so fast that I didn’t get a chance to change into a casual dress. When I reached the top of the stairs the door to His apartment was slightly open and no sound was coming out.

Did He have another person in there with Him? My heart ached at the thought and my eyes welled with tears. That wouldn't be the first time that happened to me. Just three months ago that happened to me and the memory was still way to fresh to ignore.

I placed my bags down just outside the door and took a small step forward with just my pocketbook still on my arm. My heart was beating so fast at this point that even if I tried to swallow I would have choked.

I barely had my foot in the door when I felt a presence that didn't feel quite right. It was a person but I couldn’t see them. Before I could retrace my two steps back to the door a thick muscular arm wrapped around my waist and a knife came to my neck. I stopped myself right before I could scream. The man's voice was changed by one of those voice changer machines, he sounded like a monster of some sort. My skin felt warm and the monster’s body was pressing me into the wall opposite from where I came in.

His hand loosened from my waist, turning me around forcefully to face him. I saw the black full face mask. I knew he could see me but I couldn’t see him. My fear was so great you could smell it in the air. The monster stared down at me and a chuckle of amusement escaped his mouth. The monster grabbed onto his crotch and groaned an evil wicked groan. His body was very attractive regardless of the fact that he was a demented pervert with a plan.

His moves were deliberate and maliciously intimidating. He moved on me like an animal. The knife edge catching the light from the closet behind him. He caught the edge of my shirt in one hand and tore it open like a rag. My silk shirt torn to ribbons fell to the floor beneath me. My bra cut in half, leaving me standing before this monster bare-breasted and shaking. He moved fast with reflexes that made me scared of where the knife would be my undoing.

I never wore underwear with my thigh highs and business suits on Friday since I knew I would be seeing