Gerald’s Worst Nightmare

Julia whimpered and closed her eyes, praying to God to rescue her. She was not devout, but she desperately needed an intervention if there was a God.

The helpless young woman wondered what sins she had committed to deserve such punishment. Was everything her fault? Shouldn't a poor street girl like her never dream of stardom? All her cobwebs of wonder were going to be shattered by a sweaty fat rapist inside a locked room.

Thud! A sound reverberated from the adjoining recording room. It jarred Gerald out of his debauchery. Did someone open the adjacent room's door? Daphne had assured him nobody would disturb him for two hours. The entire corridor was locked up.

Gerald released Julia from his clutches and shot her a frightening glare. "Stay right here until I come back, or I'll break your face!" The beauty nodded obediently. She was already petrified by the horrifying situation and didn't want to upset her attacker. Julia was more concerned with escaping alive.