Invitation

Amber trudged down the dormitory corridor, her feet dragging with each step. The day's classes had been grueling, and all she wanted was to collapse into her bed. She wore a casual outfit: a black tank top that clung to her curves, accentuating her perky breasts, and a pair of ripped jeans that hugged her round, firm ass. Her shoulder-length red hair, cascaded over her shoulders, framing her pale, angular face. Her makeup was minimal but striking—black eyeliner smudged slightly under her eyes, giving her a rebellious yet tired look.

As she approached her door, she fumbled in her bag for her keys. Her fingers brushed against the cold metal, and she pulled them out, only to find that they didn't fit the keyhole. Confusion clouded her mind as she tried again, twisting and turning the keys, but nothing worked. Frustration bubbled up inside her, and she let out a string of curses, her voice echoing down the empty corridor.

Her eyes darted to the door, noticing a piece of paper taped to it. She ripped it off and scanned the words, her heart sinking. Someone had broken the keyhole trying to get inside, and the locksmith had changed the lock. She would have to wait until tomorrow to get her new keys. Anger surged through her, and she kicked the door, wincing at the pain in her toes.

Desperation set in as she realized her phone was dead. She needed to call her landlord, but without a charged phone, she was stuck. Just then, Hugh appeared from around the corner, his presence making Amber's skin crawl. He was an older man, his belly protruding over his belt, and his face was wrinkled and unkempt. His eyes were small and beady, constantly darting around with a predatory gleam.

"What's wrong, dear?" Hugh asked, feigning concern.

Amber hesitated, unsure whether to trust him. But she was ****. "Someone broke my keyhole, and I can't get in," she said, her voice tinged with frustration.

Hugh's eyes gleamed with something more than sympathy. "That's terrible," he said, his voice dripping with fake empathy. "You could stay the night at my place if you want."

Amber's stomach churned at the thought. She remembered their conversation at the bar, the crude comments, the lewd fantasies he had confessed. She couldn't bring herself to accept his offer. "No, thank you," she said firmly. "I'll figure something out."

Hugh's eyes narrowed, and Amber noticed a bulge in his pants. His erection was unmistakable, and it made her feel even more uneasy. He stared at her intensely, his gaze lingering on her body. "At least come in and charge your phone," he suggested, his tone insistent.

Amber glanced around the corridor, realizing she didn't know anyone else in the building. She sighed, knowing she had no other choice. "Fine," she muttered, following him into his apartment.

The moment she stepped inside, Hugh locked the door behind them. Amber's heart raced as she looked around the messy room. Piles of porn magazines were stacked haphazardly on every surface, and posters and printed pictures of a girl who looked eerily like Amber covered the walls. The air was thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and sweat, making her gag.

"Make yourself comfortable," Hugh said, his voice dripping with innuendo.

Amber's eyes darted around the room, taking in the disturbing decor. She felt trapped, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But her phone was dead, and she had nowhere else to go. She walked over to the charger, plugging her phone in and watching the screen light up. Relief washed over her momentarily, but it was quickly replaced by anxiety.

Hugh stood close behind her, his breath hot on her neck. "You know," he whispered, "I've been thinking about you ever since we met."

Amber stiffened, her body tensing as she felt his hand brush against her hip. "Please, Hugh," she said, her voice trembling. "Don't do this."

But Hugh's grip tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Shh," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Just relax."

Amber's mind screamed for her to fight back, but her body felt paralyzed. She could feel his erection pressing against her back, and the thought made her sick to her stomach. She tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding.

"Let me go," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hugh chuckled, a low, sinister sound that sent chills down her spine. "Not yet," he said, his voice dripping with lust. "I've waited so long for this."

Amber's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to think of a way out. She knew she had to act fast, or she would be trapped in this nightmare forever.