Move to the other room.

You check out the other bedroom, and find it is identical only with clean sheets. With a smile you claim it as yours and then head back downstairs to explore the rest of your little cottage.

At the base of the stairs is the small foyer where you left your bag. A furnished living room opens on one side, while a small dining room opens on the other. You glance quickly around, and are about to head out and check out the rest of the campus when you hear a faint noise from the back of the cottage. Was that your roommate?

Tamara steps through the archway. Her face is taut and nervous, her eyes hot and angry, and you see she carries long kitchen knife in one hand.

"You have to erase those videos," she says in a voice that's on the edge of breaking from tension. "You have to. You have to or I'll...I'll kill you." She raises the knife and takes another step towards you.

You smile at the young blonde, ignoring the threat of the knife she holds.

"You're not still here because you're trying to kill me, and you know it," you say with a chuckle. "You're still here because your cunt is on fire, and I didn't finish you off." She shakes her head angrily, but you see a flicker of shame in her eyes.

"You have a thing about older men, men in authority," you continue. "You want to be controlled, taken, used."

"No!" she almost shrieks in protest. "Delete the videos! Delete them or I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you!"

"No Tamara, you won't," you say with a confident sneer. "The only thing that's getting stuck in anyone is my cock in your tight little cunt. It's why you're waiting for me. You want to be thrown on the floor and fucked like a bitch in heat."

"No! If you fucking touch me I'll kill you!" she wails, her chin trembling with strain, but the tip of the knife is slowly dropping towards the floor.

"Then you'll have to kill me Tamara," you chuckle, stepping towards her. "Because I'm going to fuck you again, just like you want me to do. I'm going to use you like the little fuckpig you are."