She put the key to open the door, but it swung open immediately. Fear gripped her as she was sure she had locked the door before leaving for work. Hesitantly, she stepped inside. While still in the sitting room, the door slammed shut with a force that made her heart race and her fear deepened.

Zara called out nervously, saying “Alex if this is one of your jokes, I’m not in the mood.  I just got back from work, and I’m exhausted.” But there was no response. No sign of Alex. Instead, when she entered her room, she found it in complete disarray.

Panicking, she rushed to the kitchen to grab a knife for protection. As she returned to the sitting room, she froze. Someone was sitting on her couch, legs casually crossed.

Zara shouted, Who are you and What do you want in my house? She demanded, her voice a little bit shaky but the figure didn’t turn. Summoning courage, Zara moved closer.

When the stranger finally turned, Zara gasped in shock. “Oh my God! Desmond? I thought you were dead!”

Desmond laughed mockingly. “Dead? You wish. But guess what, Zara? You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Fear coursed through her as she tried to escape to her room, but Desmond grabbed her tightly. Memories of his abuse during their relationship flooded her mind. She begged him to let her go, but he ignored her, tying her to the bed.

I missed you, baby, he sneered while undressing her. It’s been too long since I had a taste of you. Just as he began to undo his pants, the sound of police officers bursting into the house startled them both. A shot rang out, hitting Desmond in the leg. He collapsed, screaming in pain.

Zara quickly covered herself and watched as the police dragged Desmond away. From the doorway, she shouted after him, “You’ll rot in jail, you narcissist!”