Okay, so this is my first story that actually has chapters that I'm posting on fiction press and I am EXCITED!! Please if you would be ever so kind to please leave a review on what you thought because that would be great! Enjoy.

Chapter 1

"Love is like lighting, you get struck once and baby it kills."


It was freezing cold tonight. Of course what would you expect living in New York in the middle of October? I decided to wear my long sleeved pajama shirt with its matching pants. Climbing into my queen sized I snuggled under my covers. I had two on my bed since it was cold tonight. Under my cozy covers in my bed, I sighed fully content. It was when I was near sleep that I felt a hand over my mouth and a blade at my throat. My eyes flew open with fear. My attacker chuckled. "Good evening Chelsea. Having a nice sleep?" I moved my mouth from his hand to answer. "It's not so nice anymore. Who are you and what do you want?" I figured it was better to stay calm. He turned me over so that I was facing him. Even though he was holding a knife too close to my face I couldn't help but notice he had a pair of amazing, beautiful green eyes. His skin was an olive tan tone and looked smooth. I got all of this with one look and with help from the moonlight. "Silly girl," he chuckled, "I only want to play." That sent a shiver of fear down my spine. He noticed and smiled, clearly pleased with my reaction. There was nothing neither sweet nor cute about his smile. It was the sickest thing (and I don't mean in a cool way) I've ever seen. I knew right then and there that he was dangerous.

I tried breaking from out his hold, but he just held on tighter. "Where do you think you're going?" He had me by the neck and held the knife in his other hand. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe and that's when I realized that he had been choking me slowly. I squirmed and shook, but he had a monster grip. So, I went with my second option: Cause physical pain. Kneeing him in the groin he let go of my neck and hissed in pain. I took that chance to roll off the bed, which was a very bad idea. You see when you roll off a bed you could possibly land on your back and that's exactly what I did. The fall knocked the wind out of me and I just laid there stunned. His face peered over the bed. It was red with anger. "Oh great now I've pissed him off!" He fell right on top of me, pinning me to the floor with his legs.

He slowly lifted up my shirt and brought the blade down at my side. I gasped at its harsh coldness against my side. He moved it up and down and then very suddenly pressed it down hard against my light brown sugar skin. A thought came to me then. "Are you doing this because I'm black and you are some racist freak?" That question caused him to shake his head telling me no. "Then….why?" I asked so confused on why he would want to hurt me when I have done nothing. He smiled, but it certainly wasn't kind or charming. It was filled with terror and mischief and he had a killer look in his eyes. "Why Chelsea dear, I'm simply doing this because I got bored again." My eyes widen with fright and furry. "You are the most sick, sadistic man I've ever met!" I shouted.

"And you are a beautiful, delicious looking young woman. How else am I suppose to entertain myself?"

"You could masturbate." I said giving him a suggestion. He frowned.

"I rather not." He leaned in closer to my face, but before he could get any closer I slapped him hard across the face. He looked at me with surprise.

"Why Chelsea, I didn't know you had it in you."

"Would you like to see more?" I didn't leave time for him to answer before I popped up and grabbed his hand that held the knife. I slammed it against the bottom of the bed three times before it finally fell out of his hand. With that hand empty from the weapon my confidence grew. I punched him right in the eye. He yelped in pain. It's a good thing my momma taught me how to throw a right hook. I jumped up off the floor and went into a fighting stance. Too bad momma didn't teach me how to fight, but then one word crossed my mind. Run! It made perfect sense. My attacker stood covering his eye. He brought his hand away to see blood on his fingers. I had somehow made a cut above his eyebrow. It was he who gasped in shock.

"You're the first one to ever draw blood. All the other girls just took the beating, but you, you're different. "He clapped his hands to congratulate me.

"Well," I said shrugging my shoulders, "I guess it helps to be different."

He smiled that stupid that stupid, evil smile again. "Actually, it doesn't." He charged at me and I abruptly found myself up against the wall. I struggled to get out of his grasp. He chuckled.

"I don't see anything funny here!" I shouted. All of a sudden I felt tired. I looked over at the clock. It read 1:02 a.m. No wonder I was tired and sleepy. I tried moving, but found I couldn't. He had me in a locked grip.

"Come on Chelsea give in. I just want to play."

I shook my head. "You're such a pervert."

His hand had a tight hold on my neck. He was going to choke me again. At the moment my life felt more valued than my virginity. "Wait." He stopped and listened to what I had to say.

"I'll make you a deal. You can have anything you want as long as you don't hurt me. Do we have a deal?" I whispered softly. I knew I was gonna regret this, but this was the only way I could think of that didn't involve death. He smirked and raised an eyebrow cockily.

"Deal." Before he could make a move I raised my hand to stop him.

"You have to promise me." He looked me carefully in the eye.

"I promise. Promise me I can have anything I want?"

I looked into his eyes and could see remarkably that he was not lying. So I didn't lie about mine. He grinned before he leaned in to kiss me softly on the lips. Picking me up, he walked away fro the wall and carried me to the bed where I let him do anything he wanted to do.

Well, that was chapter one. I hoped you liked it because I didn't have any fun typing it. My fingers are about to fall off. Review please and your dreams will come true. This has been J-flo over and out.