Thief in the house

"Sara's point of view,"

"I'm not the house's owner, so feel free to take whatever you want, just please don't shoot."

I tried to hide my identity by covering my face.

With the hallway light turned off, I couldn't see the thief's face.

However, I find it difficult to understand how the burglar gained entry into the house by opening the main gate, especially considering that Great Aaron Finge had secured it with a unique password.

He may be an experienced burglar skilled at breaking security codes. My subconscious answered my question.

Thieves usually enter through windows or back doors.

Why did this one use the main gate?

Maybe he's an experienced burglar.

But why is my mind thinking so clearly in such a dire situation?

Oh no, why is this thief approaching me?

I made an effort to go up the stairs quietly and slowly to avoid alerting the thief with the sound of my footsteps. But it was difficult to move silently in the dark.

Glancing in his direction, I headed up the steps in the opposite direction.

My ankle twists, throwing my body out of balance. I closed my mouth to keep any hurtful sounds inside. However, I was in so much pain in my ankle that I was unable to even move from where I was.

If Aron were here, at least he could save me from this terrible predicament. I became aware of Aaron's significance in my life when I saw the thief heading toward me. I've been thrilled since this morning that he won't be visiting for the next two days, but now I hope he can be here with me.

I made an effort to keep my twisted ankle discomfort to myself, but I was unable to control my tears.

No, I am not afraid of thieves. I had to face him head-on because I'm a courageous girl. I attempted to think of a way I could beat him if there was anything on the steps.

Oh, there is a tiny flower container on the fourth staircase. I had to slide down two stairs to get to the flower vase. Meanwhile, the thief has already arrived at the first step. I need to get that vase right away.

I grabbed the vase and swung it at his head.

"Stay away, or I'll smash your head!" I shouted.

But he ignored my threats and kept coming.

Maybe he is deaf.

Oh, and should I smash this vase on his head without informing him first?

Yes, without a doubt. My subconscious urges me to attack him.

What if he died?

No, I don't want to face criminal charges for murder.

I instantly gave up on the idea of breaking his head.

"What are you doing? Leave me."

The robber grabbed my hand and threw me over his shoulder. I struggled to free myself, but his grip on my waist was too tight.

How could he walk up the stairs in the dark without any problems? It was evident to me that he had no trouble climbing the stairs.

Why is he approaching Aaron's playroom, I wonder?

With my back to him, the moonlight streaming through the window obscured his face, leaving me only able to see his footsteps.

I am solely to blame for turning off every light in the house.

Why am I unable to keep a few lights on?

Why do I forget that I don't live in a tiny apartment where I have to conserve electricity to pay less for it?

I can turn on a few lights in his house at night without worrying about paying for electricity because it is the home of a billionaire.

"Why are you taking me to the playroom? You never know, but if that monster finds out that you accessed his playroom without his permission, he might use that electric vibrator to punish you as well."

To get him to release his hold on my waist, I gave him a back punch. However, all of my hard work was in vain, as my punches did not affect him.

After hurling me onto the leather bag, he bound my hands and legs with the bed's side angles.

"Aaron, is this you?" I caught a glimpse of his face in the moonlight.

Without responding, he pulled out the electric vibrator from the drawer.

"Please refrain from using this against me. I already have pain in my ankle,"

I pleaded, as seeing the vibrator in his hand made me even more anxious.

Is he a rapist rather than a thief? However, how did he find out that I reside in this home?

"I will cooperate with you if you release my hands and legs, so please don't rape me. Please let me go. My ankle has twisted, causing me pain." I requested it politely.

However, my courtesy did not sway him. Now, I am fully convinced that this man is deaf. I had to come up with another strategy to persuade him.

As he slid my pajamas down to my ankle, I sobbed in pain. The playroom resonated with my agonized scream.

"Sara, what happened to you?" Upon hearing my screams, he immediately switched on the room's lights.

"I will kill you, Aron Finge. How could you scare me to death?" I looked at him with anger-filled eyes.

"You're willing to cooperate with a stranger, but you don't want to cooperate with me." His eyes beamed with dissatisfaction.

"Please let go of my ankle." I felt a strange sort of relief when I saw him in front of me, but my rage also reached a boiling point when I saw what he had done that day.

"Okay, I'll untie you, but only if you promise to let me explore your entire body at this point."

This man is crazy. How could he constantly dwell on thoughts of lust?

I was about to dispute with him, but as the pain in my ankle intensified, I reluctantly agreed to his condition to have it removed from the tie bar.