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322room. It was the quietest one in the house. And that is precisely what made her wonder what that sound was outside the door. It was as if a body was being dragged, torturously slow, over the polished wooden floor.The door slowly creaked open. She strained to look but saw no one there. The sound, entering her room; an invisible presence had entered... she knew when she heard the door click shut. The sound again: a body being dragged by an invisible pair of hands over the tufted wall-to-wall carpet. She shivered. She wasn%u2019t cold. It was a pang of fear; the anxiety of wondering what kind of entity from a supernatural world had been let free by Nancy to come in the darkness of night with the strength of four men%u2014a demon, at least. The sound stopped. She desperately wanted to turn a light on and only then did she realise that Nancy had lied to her. She was unable to reach for it as her hands were tied. It hadn%u2019t occurred to her.The bed trembled. And then there was a weight at the foot of the bed between her legs. She couldn%u2019t see it, but heard it breathing, like a wounded beast through laboured lungs and mouth.Something wet dropped onto her inner thigh, hot, sticky%u2014and a claw dug into her softness there, then another claw dug into her other thigh. It was if a beast was using her legs to scale up towards her, the way a mountain climber hammers metal spikes into a sheer wall to pull himself up. A great curtain of wetness fell across her knickers and two clawed hands gripped them. She heard and felt them ripped to shreds. They were pure silk. No man alive could have torn the fabric to bits.A felt hot breath against her vagina, and the smell of whisky wafting up towards her. Another large sheet of sticky goo fell across her exposed Fidget