[arista]

[Suddenly I sensed a torch shining
in my face. I stretched out, still half-dreaming,
to switch on my bedroom light.
‘Then I saw him. I immediately realised
I was in serious danger and knew
instinctively it was the same man
who had stolen my belongings
two days before.
‘In that awful moment,
the training I had done when
I began work as an airline stewardess kicked in.
Keeping my voice as steady as I could,
I said: “What’s your name?
What are you doing here?”
‘He replied: “My name is Josh and I am 19.” ’

Police would later discover that he was
Joseph Innocent Mwaura — a Kenyan
who had committed a violent knife crime
within a year of being granted
a British passport at the age of 16.

As Daniela would discover,
he decided to pay her another visit
when he saw her photographs
on the laptop he had stolen.
Daniela, who is softly spoken and
slightly built, found herself
in a desperate fight for survival.
‘I asked him: “What do you want?”
There was a terrible pause before
he replied menacingly: “I want your t**s.”

‘I knew then that this was not a
simple robbery. The realisation that
he planned to rape me was truly horrific.

‘I tried to stay still, desperately
trying to stay calm. But I was alone
in my bedroom with no one else
in the house and no means of calling
for help. The odds were truly against me.
‘Slowly he raised his gaze and looked
me square in the eye, before
saying: “I’ve been watching you.”
My stomach flipped in fear
and I started to shake.’
What followed was terrifying. ‘He pulled up his top,
rubbed his chest and said:
“Do you want some of this?”
Then he lunged at me, grabbing my
body and saying filthy things to me,’ says Daniela.
‘Somehow, I found the strength to push
him away, frighteningly conscious
I was naked under the duvet. I felt so vulnerable.
‘I began saying “No” again and again
as firmly as I could. I knew that it
was imperative I remained calm.
‘I had to get him out of the bedroom
to give me a chance to escape or call
for help, so I took a gamble and
said: “You can do what you want,
but let’s go downstairs.”
‘He didn’t object so, as he walked
out to go down the stairs, I leapt
out of bed, pulled on my pyjamas
and followed him.’
‘His strange, almost robotic
compliance ended and he
wrenched open a kitchen
drawer and pulled out a large,
sharp knife.
‘I threw myself down the stairs.
I’d managed to half-release the
lock on the front door when my
attacker grabbed me by the
throat and pulled me back.
‘His words came spitting out.
“I’m going to rape you,” he snarled.
I screamed and screamed.
He pushed the knife against
my throat and spat: “If you do that again,
I’m going to kill you.”

‘I thought I was going to die there, like that.’
Then Daniela did something extraordinarily brave.
‘I smelt the sickening sweet smell of
marijuana on his breath and felt anger
surge through my body. I thought:
“I can fight him — he’s under
the influence of drugs.” I rolled on
top of him and grabbed the knife.
‘I acted so quickly it took him by surprise.
I put it to his throat and screamed
“Get out — now,” kicking the door open with my foot.]

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Well done to her
beating that Punk Junkie