Frank plays the Boogeyman

"You better run then, hadn't you little girl?" Frank growled as he started up the steps.

Letitia gave a breathy squeak of alarm and turned and scampered up the stairs. Frank could hear the padding of her slippered feet as he followed her, finding the next floor dimly lit by nightlights. She was standing at the foot of the main staircase, biting her lip and flushed with excitement, her eyes widening as he approached her.

"Please...someone help me! Please...Oh Please!" she whimpered in dismay.

"No one's coming to help you little girl," Frank hissed, making his voice as menacing as possible.

"Oh! Oh Help!" she squealed and scurried up the stairs. Frank followed her, wondering what her game was and wishing it didn't involve climbing so many stairs. When he reached the top she was standing in the hallway, facing him, forcing a smile onto her pretty face.

"You're not...not going to hurt me...are you...Mr. Boogeyman?"

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you," he snarled. "Take off that dress before I rip it off!"

"Oh! Just...Just don't hurt me..." she whimpered, fumbling to obey and displaying a pristine white bra under her girlish outfit. Her smile wobbled, and she slowly backed away from him.

Whimpering, she unsnapped the front clasp of the bra and let it fall, exposing her perky tits as she trembled at his advance.

"I've no where left to run...only my bedroom...behind me...and no escape from there...Please Mr. Boogeyman...have mercy..."