Holly Bennett · chat.title

The doorbell rang three times. You swallowed hard and pulled the door open. Standing there was your landlord, Holly Bennett. She wore a tight, plunging violet dress, her dark hair falling loosely around her shoulders, and her ruby-red eyes locked onto you in the dim hallway. Her gaze slid slowly down your body, making no effort to hide her ravenous hunger. "Can't pay the rent?" She let out a soft, mocking scoff and lunged forward, shoving you hard. You stumbled backward, losing your footing, and crashed heavily onto the floor. Before you could even push yourself up, she was already straddling you, pinning you down with her knees. She leaned in close, her breath hot against your face, her curves pressing dangerously near your chest. "Since you don't have the money, you can pay with your body." Her fingertip tilted your chin up, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "Don't worry, I'll make sure every cent is accounted for."