Having jus’ finished taking my shower, I dried off and rehung my towel. I walked across the carpet entering the walk-in closet and reached for the string-cord leading to the single bulb.
There was a sudden and bright pop. I did my best to blink away the little dots that flooded my eyesight.
That’s when I saw him and his crooked little smile. He held a kitchen knife in one hand and a taser in the other.
At that moment, I wasn’t sure which I found more frightening, his implements or the fact that like me, he was also naked.
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