𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵?
Amanda Lone was minding her business walking home from an 8-hour-shift at the local café when she felt this excruciating pain at the side of her head along with a dea...
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Amanda made her way home from another tiring shift at the café.
During the past few days, Amanda had a new routine that consisted of work, eating, and masturbating to a memory of a man, sometimes she doubted existed.
If not for the note with his eloquent handwriting she kept in her purse, she would've thought he was a figment of her imagination.
Amanda laid her bag and the Chinese food she picked up at the local restaurant on the counter, she had no strength to cook.
She never really did after working at the café, between the customers and the hours, she was always tired.
Going into the shower, she took a long, hot bath to release her body of the aches of the day.
Wrapping her robe around her body, she sat down to take a forkful of her food. Before her tongue could taste the rice on its way to her mouth, the doorbell rang.
"Who the hell is that at ..." Amanda asked as she looked at the clock decorating the wall above the door, "10?"
Irritated, she opened the door slightly to address whoever it was.
"Goodnight."
"Are you Amanda?" The man she saw through the slit of the door asked.
Salt and pepper hair covered his head and face, making it that much harder for Amanda to recognize him.
"He was dressed nicely." Amanda observed as he wore a three-piece suit that complimented his figure and a gold chain that shined in the hallway's light.
"Who the hell was this man and how did he know her name?" Amanda thought.
"No. Why do you want her?" Amanda said, her face not giving anything away.
The man chuckled heartily, making a hand signal before two rather tall, buff men approached the door.
Amanda's face now showed fear and panic, trying to close the door as the men instantly bulldozed it, breaking it off its hinges.
The older man walked through, as Amanda fell to the floor because of the impact.
"Filthy." The man said, stepping over Amanda, looking around the small apartment littered with takeout boxes and wine.
Taking out a handkerchief, he dusted the seat of the lone chair that was in the corner.
"Come. Come. Sit."
Amanda got up slowly from the ground, making her way to the love seat across from him.
The man looked at her with lustful eyes as he scanned her body.
Amanda pulled her robe closer to her with trembling hands, even though it could stretch no more.
