Head for the kitchen

The kitchen is probably where I might find some kind of pin. After that, a little picking, and running away.

So this is what Brett's kitchen looks like huh? Piles of dishes unwashed, the cupboard is probably filled with junk food, the fridge too. So many drawers, time to start looking for a pin.

"Oh Jasmine, where you my dear?"

Brett's starting to get really creepy, not that he wasn't before. I wonder if he has a condition, if so, I should look faster.

First drawer, ugh... Knives.

Second drawer, argh... Utensils

Third drawer..... "Eeep!" I squaked. What the hell is this? Transfesite XXX? My God Brett, you can get off to anything can't you? If so, why are you so picky about virgins?

"I can just imagine it now, your hot tight body, getting fucked my hard as rock dick as you sweat and moan at the pleasure. Saying "Oh Brett! Harder!"

Creep. Like he could get me to experience pleasure at his disgusting penis. Anyways, fourth drawer, eureka!... Pins! Okay, now time to get out of this madhouse.

"Ready to become my bitch?"

Brett's voice grows louder, he's probably getting closer,