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Vanessa's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the figure of the courier she had met earlier. He was standing near the edge of the lake, his back turned to her, seemingly unaware of her presence. Vanessa's mind raced with panic as she realized that he could spot her at any moment. Her naked body, exposed and ****, would turn on his **** tendencies and she didn't have the strength to fight him off.

Not that this guy proved that he is a **** but why would he follow her otherwise? "I won't be a hopeless victim!" She thought. In a split-second decision, Vanessa grabbed a nearby rock and crept closer to the unsuspecting man. As she approached, she raised the rock above her head, ready to strike. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her hands trembled with fear and adrenaline. For a shy, timid but an utterly scared girl like her, this was the most dangerous thing she had ever done.

As she swung the rock with all her might, it connected with a sickening thud against the back of the man's head. He staggered forward, then collapsed onto the ground, ****. Vanessa stood there, panting and shaking, staring down at the crumpled form of the man she had just attacked. Her naked body was now covered in goosebumps caused by weird unfamiliar arousal mixed with the fear of being caught.

"He deserved it," she whispered to herself, trying to justify her actions. However, this justification disappeared as soon as she looked at the man's face - he was not the courier she had met earlier. Instead, he was a middle-aged man with a receding hairline and a gentle expression. He merely had the same body type as that pervert.

Panic surged through her again as she realized what she had done. She had just assaulted an innocent man, he was still breathing but his injuries might be severe enough to cause ****.