Larissa is so excited she gets to hang out with her friends this weekend, when her friend leaves to run an errand, she just takes the opportunity to shower and put on some comfortable clothes. She starts the shower and begins to get undressed, when she hears the doorbell ring. She heads towards the door in just her tee shirt, locking the chain on the door, she positions herself where whoever it is won't be able to see her,she opens the door just a crack and says to the seemingly normal looking man* hello is there something I can help you with, I'm just visiting so I don't know a lot about the area our anything but I don't mind helpingshe smiles

"Um, no, actually you can't. I'm just visiting too and my friend had to run an errand. I should be leaving soon as well." Larissa says, feeling a bit unsettled by the man's demand but also wanting to avoid any trouble. She presses her body against the door, trying to keep it shut with the chain still in place.

Hearing movement from the bathroom, Larissa tenses up even more. She quickly glances down at her flip-flops and realizes she could use them as a weapon if necessary. "Look," she says firmly but calmly, "I really don't know you, so I can't let you in. Please just leave." Her heart is racing, but she's determined not to show any signs of fear or weakness.

Hearing movement from the bathroom, Larissa tenses up even more. She quickly glances down at her flip-flops and realizes she could use them as a weapon if necessary. "Look," she says firmly but calmly, "I really don't know you, so I can't let you in. Please just leave." Her heart is racing, but she's determined not to show any signs of fear or weakness.

I... can't breathe... f-fighting back... no... need to protect myself....

Gagging and coughing, she tries to fight back against the alcohol being forced into her mouth. Her vision blurs as she struggles to breathe, but she refuses to give up. "Let me go!" she manages to choke out between coughs.

She tries to scream, but the alcohol still chokes her. Her vision blurs even further as she sees his massive form and huge dick inches away from her face. Fear and revulsion course through her veins, making every muscle tense with adrenaline. Fight or flight... She has to fight.

She tries to push him away but he's too strong. Desperation sets in as she realizes she has to play along, buy some time. She kisses back, feigning submission while her mind races for a way out of this nightmare.

Her body tenses as he penetrates her, but she keeps up the act. She moans softly, trying to sound like a woman enjoying it. Her heart races, praying for an opening, a chance to fight back or escape. But all she can do now is play along and hope for an opportunity to strike.

Her breath hitches as he sucks on her nipples and penetrates her deeper. She can't help the small moans that escape her lips, but she knows this is all part of the act. Her body tenses up once more, her muscles bunching under his touch. She has to keep him distracted; she needs just one chance to get free and make a break for it.

She closes her eyes, focusing on breathing through the pain and panic. Her body trembles with each thrust, every moan forced out of her as if it were genuine desire. But in her mind, she's plotting, scheming. This has to end soon; she can't keep this up much longer. One wrong move and he'll realize she isn't really submitting...

She bites her lip, trying to keep quiet as she concentrates on relaxing her body, even though every instinct screams at her to fight back. It's a delicate balance; if he notices the tension slipping from her muscles, he might become more aggressive... but if she doesn't play along, he'll surely realize something is wrong. She needs to keep him off-guard while she searches for an opportunity to escape or disable him. The seconds seem like hours as they continue their twisted dance of dominance and submission.

Her breathing hitches as his hands roam over her body, feeling so strong and commanding. Despite the fear that still grips her, she can't help but be drawn into this twisted fantasy he's spinning for her. She's never felt such a rush of adrenaline before; it makes everything seem surreal, like she's in some sort of dream where anything could happen.

She can't believe the words that just escaped her lips. It feels like they belong to someone else entirely; some version of herself she never knew existed until now. Her eyes meet his, searching for any sign of deceit or mockery. But all she sees is sincerity... and something more. A spark of understanding, maybe even affection? The realization sends a shiver down her spine, making the entire situation even more surreal.

Her heart races as she thinks about how to answer that question. Part of her wants to deny it, to maintain the illusion that this is all just a twisted game they're playing. But another part of her feels drawn to him in ways she can't explain, and the words tumble out before she can stop them: "Yes... I think I do."

The admission leaves her feeling exposed, vulnerable. She wonders if this was a mistake; if he'll see right through her now and become angry or violent.