My Terrifying Experience

I knew I should never have started dancing. I knew it as soon as I walked up those stairs and stood in that cramped, creepy room all those weeks ago. Young girls always entered the industry without any thought for the dangerous which lay ahead of them while they worked. I was no exception. I was blissfully ignorant of the dangers I would face until I met him. It was a cold, eerie night as I entered my private room and prepared myself for what I wasn’t sure. As I applied my makeup I couldn’t help the shiver which ran up my spine, yet I told myself whatever was bothering me was nonsense and not to give into my fear. Suddenly I jumped as I heard loud knocking at my door. Instinctively I stood as still as I could, praying whoever was outside would leave me alone.

Time seemed to stand still, yet I couldn’t bring myself to open the door as I longed to do so I could escape my nightmare forever. He seemed to know me, yet I couldn’t place him. I was surprised how quickly I jumped to the conclusion my perpetrator was a man, yet I did. My logical brain told me the being had to be a man as women wouldn’t want to watch the kind of performance I was expected to offer them. Suddenly I heard a masculine voice mumbling something I couldn’t quite catch. I knew it was a mistake to open the door. I knew it as soon as I saw him staring at me with eyes which would have made even the scariest childhood monster seem friendly.

“Come on baby you know you want me.”
“Please leave me alone or I’ll call security.”
“You would never call him baby you love me too much.”

I was no longer mildly frightened. I was terrified of the man who stood inches away from me with hands which looked as though they would grab my wrists at any moment and drag me away. Love! That was a joke. I’d never come close to falling in love with a man in my life. My mind raced frantically as I tried to think. I had never faced a real crisis and I had no idea how I was going to survive the ordeal I found myself in. Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next as I heard my voice in the distance as though it was a stranger’s rather than my own.

“I’m not who you think I am please leave me alone.”
“I know exactly who you are sweetheart I’ve admired your body for months.”
“How?” I gasped as I realised how he knew. He’d been stalking me and I’d had no idea he’d done so.
“Yes my lovely I have followed you wherever you’ve gone. I have also watched you change into your gorgeous red night dress and I must say you look stunning in it.”