I stare at him in horror as he walks into my room, dragging my mother behind him. My eyes dart between the two of them, trying to process what is happening.

"What do you think you're doing?" I snap, my voice shaking with fear and anger. "You can't just..."

"Get out!" I shout, taking a step toward him. "Just leave us alone!" But he just laughs, shaking his head.

"I don't think so," he says casually, moving closer to me. "I think we're going to have some fun tonight." Before I can react any further, he grabs my wrist and pins it behind my back. "Don't worry," he whispers in my ear, "it'll be over soon."

Well... I mean... if that's what she wants... I guess there's nothing I can do about it. But just so you know, I'm a nice guy and I wouldn't hurt her like some others might. You have my word on that.

Thanks... I really appreciate it. You're so protective of me! It just makes my heart flutter a little bit... And don't worry about that old man anymore, he won't bother you or me ever again. I promise.