The angry mountain - Hammond Innes

I awoke suddenly, my body rigid, as though I had been subjected to an electric shock. My bedclothes had been flung back, there was a slight movement to my left and the sound of breathing. 

Somebody was in the room with me. 

Hands touched me and I stiffened in sudden mortal terror. I knew those fingers. I knew who was bending over me in the dark! I knew the touch of his hands and the way he breathed as certainly as I could see him, and I screamed. It was a scream torn from the memory of pain; pain those same hands had caused me...