The Silent Scream

Hall clock, tick tock front door, knock knock turn of handle, unlock. She lies in bed, unawares footsteps, creaking stairs back of neck, raised hairs. She sensed a presence next to bed fear, panic, a sense of dread afraid to breathe or raise her head. She feels a hand around her waist and smells his breath against her face stale, unclean and alcohol based. He's here to harm she has no doubt should she plead or scream and shout she opens mouth, no sound comes out. Against her throat a knife is pressed pull down sheets, exposed, undressed she tries to forget what happens next......