Try to leave and get help

You have had your share of insane stalkers in the past, although Haissa is the first woman. There is no mistaking the mania. You break free of her grasp and take a step back as she leans in to kiss you. Before she can object you turn to walk out the door.

As you reach for the door the woman grabs your wrist again. This time you feel something hard and sharp press into your back as she pulls you away from the door.

"I didn't want it to be like this," she says and you see she is holding a knife. "I thought you would understand. Now, strip..."

You comply, pulling off your corset and shedding your skirt and moist panties. Haissa holds the silver knife away from your body but at the ready. Her eyes light up with excitment as you stand naked before her, all modesty abandoned.

"Good," she gestures with the knife, "now get on the bed. Lay on the bed."