Disclaimer: rape is not okay. If you have uncontrollable urges to have sex with someone who does not or cannot consent, please reach out for help. You can find it, and it will help.
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You trudge into your apartment, not even bothering to turn on the light. You close the door behind you, putting your whole weight into it, as it sometimes had a tendency to stick. You remain leaned against the door and let out a long, tired sigh. You slowly slide down against the door and sit on the ground, putting your head in your hands.
It was an unbelievably long day. Early rise to go and walk some dogs, skipped lunch at your construction job, worked like a dog until dark. Your only solaces were that you were getting some overtime, and that you have nothing scheduled tomorrow. Of course, those positives could only pull so much weight against hours upon hours of being yelled at, ordered around, and overworked.
You groan and pull yourself up onto your feet as your stomach grumbles loudly. The day isn't quite over yet. You still have to feed yourself somehow. You stumble blindly to the fridge and open it, the inside light casting the first bit of illumination that has graced the inside of your apartment since you left that morning. You glance about the half-bed half-bath before looking into the fridge. You feel dissatisfaction at its empty state. It isn't completely bare, but the only things in it are half a gallon of nearly expired milk, a carton of eggs, and an array of condiments. You shrug and grab the milk, unscrewing the lid and putting the neck to your lips. Your belly finally quiets, the milk almost completely gone before you put it down to take a breath. You look into the translucent jug and estimate that there is about a cup left. It certainly isn't going to be enough by itself, but you decide that you're too tired to care.
You put what's left back in the fridge and turn to where you expect the bed to be, closing the refrigerator behind you. You stumble over and flop onto a thin mattress with thick covers and kick off your boots, pulling the covers over yourself, and drifting off. It's nice and quiet, one of the few perks of living in the cheaper underground apartments. You've yet to even meet your neighbors, let alone hear them through the walls. You sleep deeply, at least for a few hours.
Eventually, though, your hunger becomes insistent enough to wake you, and you open your eyes. Darkness meets them, as you've managed to grow used to. You begrudgingly sit up and stumble over your boots as you make your way to the switch to turn on the light. Once that's done, you look about your domicile. Worn carpet, fluorescent lighting, a tiny kitchenette, a toilet with a curtain for a partition, and a pull-out bed that you've just kind of taken up the habit of leaving out. Other than the silence, the only thing to recommend your apartment is a decently sized flat-screen across from the bed, sitting over a console and router. All told, it's about what's to be expected of a younger man living on his own as long as you have. You put up with it.
You look fondly at your setup, hoping to get to play later. However, your admiration is very soon crowded out by the insistence of your stomach to feed it, and you begrudgingly check the time. It"s still the wee hours of the morning, just a few minutes after 2 a.m. You gather and don your boots, then turn out the light as you leave, in a rush to go and get something to eat so that you can go back to sleep.
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It's not really that long until you return to your subterranean dwelling, but it feels like forever. You lug an armful of hastily-purchased groceries to your front door and open it, realizing you'd left it unlocked. It's not really a big deal, though, so you shove your door open and make your way in the dark to where you know your refrigerator is, letting the door hang open and the light from the hallway streak into your room. You're almost done with unloading the last of your food directly into your fridge when your stomach loudly reminds you that you *still* haven't eaten. You take a look at whatever's in the last bag and pick a fruit at random. It happens to be a peach.
You shove the rest of the bag in the fridge as you bite into the peach and make your way to your front door, intending to close it. As you approach it, you feel that something's off, and you stop, taking a moment and turning to look about the barely-lit room. As soon as you turn, however, something is shoved over your mouth and nose and held there, smelling slightly sweet but also overpowering. You're surprised and struggle, choking on the bite of fruit still in your mouth as you feel things slowly fade out. an oppressive weight settles over your mind and limbs, and though you struggle, your struggle carries less and less strength as you eventually succumb.
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You slowly wake, throat stinging horribly, with a feeling in your mouth like someone has rifled through it. You groan and attempt to sit up, only to find yourself restrained. You open your eyes and are surprised to find that not only are you naked and bound to the frame of your pull-out, but the light is on. You look around, confused and disoriented. You see the back of a somewhat small woman rifling through your fridge.
"Hello?" You say, utterly bewildered. The woman turns, closing the fridge behind her, and a mischievous smile spreads across her admittedly pretty face. She answers.
"Hello."
"What's going on?"
"You're getting what all men want."
You're very confused, and you're naked, and you're tied up, and truth be told, you're more than a little scared. So it's not that surprising that a little bit of brusqueness enters your voice as you demand, "What do you mean?"
