Flee

You reach for your mobile phone and call the emergency hot line. You say your name, your address and that someone is trying to brake into your home. You don’t listen to the usual stuff about not putting your life in danger. You are not stupid enough to risk a fight where you are outnumbered. Quickly you turn the light and the TV off so it looks like you are not at home. Then you go in your bedroom where you hide in your closet. With a little luck the burglars only take your TV and laptop and then disappear.

A moment later the door swings open and the burglars enter your home. You can’t see them from your position but you really hope they are only one or two junkies searching for some money for their next ****. However, it’s unlikely that junkies break into an apartment with more then two people. But you can clearly hear different voices.

“Where the fuck is this bitch?” a rough male voice asks.

“Not in her bed, she is not at home,” another male voice answers, “fuck, we missed her. She is not here. Maybe out sucking dicks.”

“Shut the fuck up you sexist asshole,” a clearly female voice says sharp, “she is here. We heard her TV. She is either hiding or fled. Check the windows and the cupboard!”

Your mind is racing. They're not here for your money, they're here for you. You have to do something before the first burglar gets to your closet. But it’s too late. The doors of our closet open and a strong hand grabs your neck.

“Got her,” the man who found you says loud and you get pushed onto the floor.

In the next moment you are surrounded by six people. All but one are armed with guns or **** rifles. that’s clearly no group of poor **** addicted failures.

“What a shame,” a new voice says, “hiding in a closet like a frightened child. Is this the best we can expect from our police? Pathetic. Henry, my friend, you found her, so I will allow you to play with your prey as long as I talk to her.”

Suddenly you are pulled up and somebody turns the light on. You can see your burglars clearly now. There are four man and one woman in black bullet proof body armor. But one of the man has no helmet and another no leg armor. The man called Henry is the one with no leg armor. He is right behind you and you can feel one of hinds reaching around you to massage your left boob. The sixth man wears an expensive looking suit and he is the only one without any armor.

“I can say Henry likes your boobs,” the man in the suit says and grabs the other boob, “I like them too. You could earn me a lot of money if I put you in one of my brothels. But what am I doing here! We still haven’t introduced ourselves to each other. My name is Jason Rock, you can call me King Rock.”

“Nice to meet you,” you say, “now take your fucking hands off my tits or I bite your fingers off you pig!”

“Make me,” King Rock replies smiling, “you know, I like strong woman. Every day I wish for a strong woman in my bed who can endure some of my games or even take the lead. But most of my whores are submissive little bitches who just beg me to not hurt them. Just like you.”

“Listen, I don’t have money and the police in on the way,” you say and struggle against the henchman’s grip, “just take the TV and the laptop and get out!”

“Have you seen my suit?” King Rock asks with a raised eye brown, “It’s worth more than this whole apartment. Despite this, we are six and you are no help for your colleagues. You are outnumbered. But don’t worry, I’m not here to kill or **** you. At least not this time. I’m here to talk business. Henry, stop fondling the merchandise and bring her to the kitchen!”