Andrea’s Demise

Andrea’s Demise

Andrea was not “that” kind of a girl. She would never be confused with the harlots and sluts who regularly paraded through the club doors, though she was wishing she could be. She had never been the one to instigate anything sexual, relying on her potential lover to make the appropriate moves to induce an act of coupling. As she was not the one to start the seduction, she found herself regularly left wanting in an excited state of sexual dissatisfaction.
The day had begun like so many others, a hot coffee to relieve the fog that addled her early morning thoughts. As she sipped her coffee and perused her email, she noticed an interesting email from a stranger she had only recently begun conversing with online. She had told him she wanted to get to know him better before she would show herself on her webcam to him. He had been understanding at first, but she noticed he was becoming more and more assertive. She felt like she was being pushed into a situation she was unfamiliar with, and her apprehension was becoming difficult to ignore. The problem she had was that she desperately wanted to see him and play online but was too shy to allow herself the freedom this act would require.
The new email started out differently than the others. Jim had not mentioned anything about seeing her online, had not mentioned anything sexual at all. Just reading the email made her think that something had changed. He had only made one small request, please be available tonight around 7:00pm for some interaction. An ominous warning bell was ringing in her head yet her desire overrode her suspicion and she had replied that she would be home. The day progressed as most others had. She encountered small issues at her work that she had dealt with and solved, and otherwise had an uneventful day. Little did she know how much her “regular” day was going to change. She left for the day at her usual 5:00pm and had an easy drive home, not even thinking about her planned meeting with him tonight.
As she locked her car and headed to the elevator that would whisk her to her 5th floor apartment, she marvelled at how much things had changed in her neighbourhood. Gone were the massive tenements that dwarfed her beloved brown-stone. They had been replaced by smaller apartments and townhomes and the community had gone from ghetto central to an affluent neighbourhood of respected professionals and business people. Mrs. Wilson met her at the elevator door, “I thought I heard someone at your door earlier today sweetie, but when I stepped out to look there was no one there. Must have been my imagination playing tricks on me.” Mrs. Wilson then stepped into the elevator and with a chime began the slow descent to the ground floor. A typical busy-body, Andrea was glad Mrs. Wilson was such a protective neighbour. She had alerted Andrea when her ex-boyfriend had arrived that night and had helped scare him away from his planned “rape” fantasy. Bob had been a reasonable lover but had quickly turned into a needy loser who sapped the energy from Andrea’s soul. She had been relieved when she read that Bob had been arrested and jailed over using a date-rape drug. One fewer problem to deal with.
Andrea let herself into her apartment and locked the door behind her. It was when she turned to lock the door that she noticed the lock had been tampered with. She was about to call the manager when she felt a sharp pain in her head and fell unconscious to the floor.