Lesser Of Two Evils

Maggie (Abigail Mac) freezes at the sound of footsteps inside her own house. She’s barely set foot near the front door in months, never mind dealing with a break-in. When the hooded guy (Derrick Pierce) steps out of the shadows she damn near drops. He’s already laughing—says it’s cute how she’s been ordering groceries for four whole months like some shut-in princess. Four months. That detail hits her gut because it means he’s been watching, maybe even jacking off to the sight of her pacing the same rug. He points at the exit and lays it out cold: walk out, she’s free; stay inside, she belongs to him for the night. Maggie wants to hurl at the thought of this creep sliding inside her, yet the closer she edges toward the door the tighter her chest gets. Breathing? Fucking forget it. Her feet stick like they’re bolted to the floor, pulse thundering in her ears while he stands there grinning, dick already hard under his jeans, waiting to see if fear will pin her in place or if she’ll somehow bolt.