She was born into a world of silence. She’d never known any different, so she never viewed it as a disadvantage. She cherished the friends she’d made, the community that had embraced her, the life she built herself.
She spent her days walking the grounds of her secluded estate, dreaming and jotting ideas for future novels in her journal. When the weather didn’t cooperate, she sat indoors near the window, clicking away at her laptop. That’s what she was doing when the man entered through the carelessly unlocked back door. He made as much noise as he pleased entering her home; he knew it didn’t matter.
When he reached her living room, where she sat with her back to him, he stood close enough to see the hairs on the back of her neck, the dots of lint on her well-worn sweatshirt. He would wait for her to turn around, to see him, her eyes widening with fear and surprise. Then, his game would begin.
Read Part 2 – Warrior