"WHERE THE HELL ARE MY KEYS?!"

I frantically take my arms out of my bag's straps, unzip all the compartments and start reaching into the different pockets. I try to slide open the window beside my door to check if I forgot to lock it, hoping I could open it from the inside.

I check if the door and to my surprise, it's unlocked...

I'm pretty sure I locked the door before I left for school. Actually, there's absolutely no doubt in my mind that I locked my door this morning. Judging by the current situation, it's safe to assume that whoever broke in to my apartment either picked the lock or used my keys.

Gently, I push the door open and step inside while trying to be as silent as possible. I decide to close the door and lock it in order to minimize the trespasser's chance of escape just in case they're still here. I turn towards the door and quietly tug it a few times to make sure it's locked.

It's too dark in here to see anything. I remember getting black curtains to completely block off any light coming from outside since I usually sleep facing the window.

I reach for the light switch just beside the door and realize it would give away my presence. I turn around and wait for my vision to adjust to the darkness.

A few seconds later, my vision finally adjusts but not to a point where I could clearly see everything across the room. I take a few steps and pass by my fridge and sink at the left side of my room. I notice that the dishes that I haven't washed in days are clean and dry.

What the hell is going on?

I quietly make my way to end of the room where my futon is, I could see my pillow and blanket neatly arranged and my pile of dirty clothes folded and put into the corner of my dresser.

I don't get it. This is beyond my understanding. What kind of person would break into someone else's home and clean?

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I turn my head towards the bathroom door which is the only place I haven't checked. As I proceed towards the bathroom, something catches the corner of my eye...

A FOOT?

A WOMAN'S FOOT!

"WHO THE FUC-"?!

Before I could turn around and see who this trespassing woman is, my vision suddenly turns black and I find myself in an awkward position. I feel my back against the door with both my hands pinned over my head and my eyes covered by what seems to be a hand.

"Don't scream. If you can do that, I'll let go" the stranger mutters in a serious tone.

Did she say something?

I wasn't paying attention to anything at all except the fact that I could feel this woman's body brush against mine as she tightens her grip on my wrists.

What's this? Something soft is rubbing against my chest. Are these... are these her oppai?! Holy mother of god!

In the far back of mind, I was thinking of how I've always wanted to be in a position like this with a woman but now is a fucking inappropriate time to be thinking that.

I was completely aware of the situation but for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to do anything. It's not that I couldn't move. It's more like some part of my twisted and sado-masochistic inner fantasies caused by hentai, were telling me to wait and see what happens next.

After a second or two, the pressure on my wrists pinning down my hands lightens for a brief moment. I quickly come to my senses, free my hands and grab the hand blocking my vision.

Simultaneously, I cover the stranger's eyes using my other hand, pin the arm I grabbed above her head and reverse our positions using all my strength.

*THUD*

"You like it rough huh?" the stranger suddenly blurts out

Confused and completely clueless, I angrily ask "What the hell are you talking about?"

The stranger starts laughing-

"I could've sworn I felt something poke me a while ago"

I look down at my crotch and realize what had just happened. I quickly take both my hands off the girl to cover my crotch, hastily take a few steps away from the stranger and look away. I was left speechless and incredibly embarassed. The situation couldn't get any worse.

The stranger suddenly starts walking towards the door.

"Wh-Where do you think you're going? Y-You owe me an explanation, whoever you are.."

"Relax, I was just going to switch the lights"

*CLICK*

I look over to the direction where the girl is and realize-

"IT'S YOU. YOU'RE THAT GIRL FROM THIS MORNING!"