No….

Your foot delicately lands on the cottage floor and it creaks.. loudly. The man whips around at the noise and you both make eye contact. You are like a deer in headlights.

“Uhh… hi…?” You say sheepishly.

The man looks confused at you and before he goes to say anything his eyes look from yours down to your supple nubile body and he focuses in on your wet slit, “well. What do we have here. A would be robber or murderer eh?”

You try to talk your way out of it, “oh. No no no sir, I was just walking through the woods and I stumbled upon this cottage. And uh I uh. Well” you had a carefully constructed argument and as you tried to spin your lie your thoughts were derailed by the idea of being fucked. You needed it badly. You can’t think straight and you just want it.

As you stumble over your response the man approaches you, he isn’t overly tall or muscled but he is much taller than you and probably stronger as well. STR 3… oof. As he walks towards you, you see the menace in his eyes. You know whatever his AI brain is thinking. It isn’t good for you.