I thought whoever must be in the room with us was just sweeping. But it was 2 o’clock in the morning. I tried hard to open my eyes wide because I was really sleepy. True enough, the man wasn’t sweeping. Suddenly, he covered my mouth with his hand and whispered, “Huwag kang sisigaw. May kukunin lang ako.” I tried to push him away from the bed because my phones were there. Then, he hugged me from the back and stopped moving. He sighed against my nape, inhaled and inhaled, and said, “Ahhh.”
I grabbed the bread knife from his other hand and stabbed him. It felt wrong. I did it again.
His flesh was as hard as cardboard and his skin… it was leather.
Then I woke up.