Trudy

"And who gave you permission to be wearing clothes!?" A loud feminine British voice bellowed across the room. Jessica flinched and turned to face the direction of the voice. Stood at the doorway was an older woman with ginger hair, wearing a rainbow colored dress that clashed with the rest of the building. "I... uhhh... what..?" Jessica stuttered, completely thrown off by a strange question.

The woman placed her hands on her hips and glared at Jessica. "You heard me. Clothes off, NOW." The woman demanded with a stern expression. "Woah woah, hold on! Who the fuck are you to give me such demands!?" Jessica asked her angrily, infuriated by the lack of respect. "A better question would be, who are you? Jessica Jane Johnson, CNN reporter and journalist, supermodel and celebrity wannabe. You live at 12141 Mariners Way, California, and your bank card ends in 5319. We know everything about you Jessica." The woman responded harshly.

Jessica's jaw dropped, she had never felt such panic and devastation in her life. Right there, her entire life just fell into the hands of a crazy British lady with ridiculous demands. "I... I don't know how you got that info but you better do some fucking explaining!" Jessica yelled, flustered as her body stumbled backwards.

The woman chuckled and smiled at Jessica. "Relax, now do exactly as I say or I'll have all your accounts drained and you'll be evicted from your apartment in mere moments." The woman threatened and folded her arms. Jessica was too stunned to speak, she didn't know what to do. Her mind raced and panicked, she was completely fucked!