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The Quiet Roommate

... demeanor. "Perhaps I'm not being clear. I'm not interested, and have you forgotten I'm dating your roommate?" I said sharply. Well, as sharply as I could. No one had ever been so aggressive with me; I was kind of scared but also kind of invigorated. It was probably just the adrenalin. At this he let go of his grip on me and it seemed as if he would go back to the shy guy I knew. My phone had fallen on the ground and I bent over to pick it up, but instead I found that I was moving farther away from it, as he had picked me up and began half dragging me half carrying me towards his bedroom. Like I said earlier, he was not a tiny guy, but I never realized that the mass was accumulated strength. I began looking around at my options of escape. I don’t know what he was planning or if he had gone crazy, but I knew I had to get out of there fast. He brought me to his room and tossed me onto his bed as he turned around to lock the door. I took this moment to make a move towards the phone on his dresser, but he ended that plan real quick by wrenching me away from his phone and began bounding my wrists to his headboard. I screamed, but he did not even flinch. His eyes were cold and dark as he tied the rope, as if he had done this a million times before. Wait, where did he even get this rope? Has he been planning this? Uncertainty flooded my brain, but my heart was beating so fast I could not organize the information. All I could think was: “I need to get out of here.” As I stared up ...

... at him trying to decipher his face, I watch a smile form as he gazed at the rope knot. It was as if he were proud of the knot he had just created, the way a blacksmith would smile at a finely crafted weapon they just forged. Then his eyes looked down at me. I cannot fathom what my face must have looked at. It must have been crossed between horror and confusion. He looked past my face and down at my body. However, the normal satisfaction I receive from being ogled was completely absent. For the same reason I do not wear sexy outfits in the street was the kind of attention I was receiving now. Uncontrolled, dangerous attention is what I was receiving now. I tried to rearrange my face to a character of authority. “This is not funny. This is not cool. Let me go now,” I said glaring at him. He stood back up and as he removed his shirt he said, "You know Alice, you never say my name. You look at me and tease me, but you never say it. In fact we hardly talk. But I know you want this (he gestures to the bulge in his pants). And by the end of this you're going to be screaming my name." I could see his plan plainly now, and the fact he was psychotic. He must have played so many scenarios over in his head. He must have taken my flirtations for something more and now he was going to give me what he thinks I am too shy to do myself. He was reflecting his own issues of shyness onto me! Or… this was a punishment. Perhaps I underestimated him. No, no, no. This is not my fault. Why am I even ...