Billy and the Goon - 4. Chapter 4

Billy came home from work and was surprised to find a a ski-masked stranger there, going through the bureau in his bedroom.

Instinctively, he shouted. But the man was on him. Grabbing his neck. Pressing his throat. Billy struggled but soon passed out.

He came to with his hands and ankles tied. Hands behind him with his tie. Ankles together with his belt.

His bare chest was pressed flat against his mattress, and he was on his knees, bent over the end of the bed. His pants were around his calves, and the guy was behind him, pounding.

Billy struggled – shouting again. The guy simply clamped his hand over Billy’s mouth then calmly pressed his neck.

This time Billy came to with a foul taste in his mouth. Lube? He was lying on his stomach, on the floor. His hands and feet were free. His pants now looped around his ankles. And his laptop, phone, rings, watch, and other jewelry – and the cash he thought he was going to lose – were all stacked neatly beside him.

With an extra forty bucks.

Plus a note saying: “Sorry I broke ur window. U got a gr8 ass. C U real soon.”

All Billy remembered was the man was taller – stronger – possibly younger. And he wore a ski mask – jeans – T-shirt – work boots.

But Billy couldn’t really describe the guy to the police.

Even if he wanted to.