You awake to the sounds of breaking glass and clanging metal. You turn over to the side to look at your alarm clock. It was 3:00AM
You weren't' expecting visitors at this time, that meant only one thing.
You quietly get out the bed, slowly opening your bedside table drawer and taking out your Beretta M9 (A gift from your uncle after your first tour)
You crawl towards your bedroom door, taking great care to open it without letting the hinges creak.
Your eye peeks out the split. You see a hunched figure going through your kitchen drawers, their back turned towards you.
You open the door even more slightly, creeping in while crouching. Your trained hand on the gun without a tremble.
You control your breathing, your sock clad feet making nary a sound.
The figure is still rifling through your drawers. You see a small revolver beside them on the marble countertop.
"F-Fuck there's nothing worth anything here." A woman? She had a deep velvet voice. She sounded cute.
Your thumb moves, and cocks the hammer of the gun.
The noise is heavy and loud, the figure immediately freezes.
"Hello there." You say casually.
They raise there hands up, they didn't even bother going for their gun.
An amateur, or someone desperate.
You walk over, taking away their revolver, they're facing away from you. Waiting for more of your commands.
"Turn, slowly." They do so, hands behind their back.
You whistle.
They're wearing a balaclava and a black wool cap. All you can see are two beautiful blue orbs.
They have a black sweater on, two massive mounds of flesh on their chest.
They wore skinny jeans, and used converse.
It was a woman.
A very hot woman.
You open up the chamber of the revolver, always mindful to keep a single eye trained on her.
There were no bullets.
You can only chuckle, shoving the little pea shooter into your belt.
You wordlessly gesticulate with your gun, raising and lowering the barrel towards the floor.
She get's your meaning and kneels.
You're trying to keep it safe, this bitch was obviously someone who didn't know what they were doing. The fact they even broke into your apartment without alerting you was a miracle in itself.
You approach her and take off her mask.
She had breathtaking full blue eyes, they were narrowed and watering. Her full and fatty lips curled into a scared frown.
You had her in the palm of your hand.
You violently grab her grey-blue hair, she cries out as you pull, dragging her into the living room and shoving her down.
You kneel on her back, gun barrel never straying from her head.
She's grunting out, sobbing a little.
"Miss, you've messed with the wrong man." You place your hand on her struggling head, moving it so she can see the collection of framed photos that were standing on the coffee table.
Her eyes widens. She sees you in your kit. You along with your buddies in Afghanistan and Iraq.
"Girls like you are common in the Middle East, desperate and afraid. Their desperation is what made it fun.." You glower menacingly, your hand unbuckling her jeans and dragging them down, exposing her black panties.
"P-Please no, just call the fucking cops! Just take me to jail please!" She begs, just like all the other girls. This time in a language you understood.
You only laugh.
"You're in my house girlie. This is fucking self defense." Your lustful gaze is fixated on her shapely ass, you give it a good and solid smack.
She whines out in pain and terror.
She didn't even bother resisting, she knew it was pointless with someone like you.
You were a killing and sex having machine.
You lower your mouth to her ear.
"If you play nicely, maybe you'll live." You cachinnate, while she whimpered out.
God you missed this.