Part 2

A week had passed since the incident with Tom, and I'd been avoiding Jake's house like the plague. But today, I needed to see him - to talk about what happened and figure out where we stood.

So with a deep breath, I walked up to the front door and knocked - my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for someone to answer. After a few moments, Tom opened the door - his face breaking into a wide grin when he saw me standing there.

"Emily!" he exclaimed warmly. "It's so good to see you again."

I **** a smile onto my face, trying not to let my disgust show. "Hi Tom," I replied awkwardly. "Is Jake home?"

Tom shook his head apologetically. "He's still at practice," he said. "But please, come inside and wait for him..."

I hesitated for a moment before stepping into the foyer - not wanting to be alone with him but feeling like I didn't have much of a choice.As soon as we were both inside though, Tom reached out and grabbed me by the wrist - pulling me close to his body.

"Actually," he murmured lowly, his eyes gleaming with lust. "I think I need your help with something first..."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me as Tom let go of my wrist. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Sure," I agreed, trying to keep the tension out of my voice. "I can help with that."

Tom smiled and pointed down the hallway. "The laundry room is just down there on the left," he said.

I nodded and made my way towards it - grabbing a basket from the top of the dryer before starting to sort through the piles of clothes.

As I work could, Ild hear the muffled sound of the TV coming from the living room - some kind of sports game or action movie based on what little I could make out.

Everything seemed normal at first - almost boring even as I folded socks and sorted whites from colors... But then, as I reached for another load in one of the hampers, something caught my eye.

My stomach churned as I stared down at the stained underwear in my hand. There was no mistaking what it was - or who it belonged to.

I quickly shoved the garment into the laundry basket, trying not to think about how Tom must have gotten those marks on his boxers...

But as I continued to sort through the dirty clothes, more and more of them seemed to be covered in similar stains. It was like every piece of his laundry had been used for some kind of perverted act...

The thought made me feel sick - knowing that I was touching something so intimate and disgusting... But I **** myself to keep going, not wanting to make Tom angry by refusing his request.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally finished folding the last of Tom's laundry. My arms ached from the exertion and my skin crawled at the thought of all the filth I'd just touched.

But there was no time to dwell on it now. I needed to get out of this house - away from Tom and his disgusting advances.

So with a deep breath, I carried the basket up the stairs and into the living room where he was still watching TV.

"I'm all done," I announced, setting the clean clothes down on a nearby chair.

Tom looked up at me with a satisfied grin - his eyes roaming over my body appreciatively as he stood up from his seat.

"Thank you so much for your help, Emily," he said smoothly. "I really appreciate it..."

Before I could react though, he reached out and cupped my face in his hands - his thumbs brushing against my cheeks in a disturbingly intimate gesture.

I froze under his touch - knowing that resisting would only make things worse but hating myself for giving in to him.