Yes, until you get inside

It seems that your prayers are answered as you reach the bathroom door, pushing it open and slipping inside with such relief that at first you don't notice that you're not alone.

When your robe hits the grungy tiles you hear the slightest of sounds, and whirl to see that the shower stall is already occupied, the water still dripping from the showerhead as its previous occupant steps toward you.

A baseball sized lump seems to form in your throat as you recognize the tall muscle-bound woman that lives across the hall from you. Her eyes pin you to the wall, predatory, hungry and cold as she looks you up and down, a sneer curling her lips.

Water drips from her body, but the sight of her powerful body, covered in prison tattoos and scars, does nothing but make you cower against the wall. You've never been interested in other girls, and every time you've seen this beast of a woman you've fled, scurrying into your room as fast as you could. Except for those few times where Jacob was making out with you in the hall, grinding against you in full view of her fierce gaze, which now lies upon you with possessive glee.

"A little present for Olga," she says.