She calls the police

As Vanessa lay on the bathroom floor, trying to catch her breath and process what had just happened, she felt a sudden rush of shame and embarrassment wash over her. The cool tiles seemed to mock her as she tried to stand up, her legs unsteady from the ordeal. Vanessa looked down at the cum splattered floor, her mind reeling from the events that had just transpired. She felt violated and dirty, yet there was an underlying sense of arousal that refused to dissipate. As Vanessa struggled to stand up, she felt a sudden wave of dizziness wash over her. She grabbed onto the sink for support, her mind reeling from the intense mix of emotions she was feeling.

She picked up the shower head, ready to wash herself and the embarrassing mess on the floor. Then it struck her: "This is a crime scene. I need to leave it as it is and call 911!"

With shaky hands, Vanessa reached for her phone and dialed 911. She explained the situation to the operator, her voice trembling with fear and shock. The operator assured her that help was on the way and asked her to stay on the line until they arrived, just in case the perpetrator returned. As Vanessa waited for the police to arrive, she tried to clean herself up as much as possible using tissues and wet wipes. The operator gave her permission to do that, after all there was still plenty of DNA evidence splattered all over the bathroom floor. Her body ached from the man's rough treatment and she felt a deep sense of violation. She knew that this would not be an easy experience to forget, both physically and emotionally. Vanessa waited anxiously for the police to arrive, her heart racing in her chest. She tried to stay calm and collected, but it was hard when all she could think about was the man who had invaded her home and violated her body. The minutes ticked by slowly, each one seeming like an eternity.

Finally, Vanessa's heart leapt as she heard a police car pulling up outside her house. She tried to steady herself, taking deep breaths to calm her nerves. The doorbell rang, and Vanessa quickly made her way towards the front door. She was too much in shock to realize she had been naked when running to answer the door. As soon as Vanessa opened the door, two police officers in uniform stepped inside. They introduced themselves as Officers Johnson and Williams and asked her if she was alright. Vanessa nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Miss, please put something on. You are safe now that we are here. We'll question you when you are fully dressed", Officer Johnson told her. Vanessa quickly stepped back into her room, her heart still racing. She grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, grateful for their comfort. After she had dressed, she tried to relay what had happened to the best of her ability. She told them about the man who had broken into her house and assaulted her.

As Vanessa spoke, Officer Johnson took notes while Officer Williams listened intently. They asked her for a description of the man, but all she could remember was his hooded sweatshirt and the beerbelly. Vanessa felt embarrassed as she realized she couldn't provide much information about the man who had violated her. The police officers assured her that it was understandable given the traumatic experience she had just gone through. They asked if there was anything else they could do for her at the moment. "Well, the guy knows where I live, doesn't he? I can't stay here and wait for him to come back!", Vanessa said helplessly.

The officers exchanged glances. "We understand your concern," Officer Johnson said, "but we need to secure the scene first. We'll have someone come by and collect any evidence they can find." He continued, "In the meantime, is there a friend or relative you can stay with for the time being?"