She rang the doorbell to her new boyfriend’s house and stood in anticipation with her back to the door. All of it was so dream-like for her. Perfect boyfriend, perfect relationship and yes, a perfect day for their first ever date at his house. All was fine with her life after a painfully long time.
A dork like her didn't deserve him, so she believed. His youthful charm would send each girl at college into a trance. A complete bugbear for the boys, but can’t deny it, their expressions around him only reeked of reluctant admirance.
And then he approached her, completely out of the blue. She was shocked. She pinched herself several times only to find him standing still, grinning from ear to ear in front of her.
She was pinching herself even now. This can't be real, this can't be real. But it was, saddeningly so…
She heard the door unlock and felt a presence behind, knowing it was him. And then she felt his hands on her waist, bringing her in for a back hug. It was so warm. She knew she could stand there like that forever.
He retrieved a hand.
No, come back, come back here.
The other hand suddenly tightened its grip around her waist. Something was wrong. She turned around, only to catch a glimpse of a man wearing a black mask. It wasn't her boyfriend. Before she could shout for help, he covered her mouth with his gloved hand and lifted her above the ground with the other. She kicked her legs into the air struggling to set herself free. Hard luck. He carried her, and when she was too hard to handle, he dragged her; dragged her into that dreaded four-walled dwelling from which chances of escape were scanty.
Perhaps it wasn't a perfect day after all.