Anya fumbled with her keys at the door to her apartment, the weight of the day clinging to her like a second skin. The hallway was dimly lit, the faint hum of the elevator the only sound breaking the evening quiet. She had barely turned the lock when a strong hand shoved her forward, her body stumbling into the entryway. Before a scream could escape her lips, a palm clamped over her mouth, firm and unyielding. The door slammed shut behind them, the deadbolt clicking into place with a decisive snap. Her back hit the wall hard, the impact jarring her glasses slightly askew.

The man pressed his body against hers, trapping her completely. She felt the semi-hard bulge of his dick grinding into the cleft of her ass through her skirt, insistent and hot. His breath was warm against her ear as he leaned in close, his voice a low, possessive whisper. 'Did you forget who fucked you in the library, who owns you huh?'