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Chapter 2 by Papas_Liebling Papas_Liebling

Who's that showing up on your doorstep?

A Delivery Man

A man in his mid-thirties came up the stairs in a hurry. He was wearing a polo shirt in the corporate colors of the parcel delivery service, black cargo pants and sneakers. He was holding a package in his hands. I yawned broadly and looked deliberately bored. I should have known. One day I would lay low and just not open the door anymore. It would be best to start with this guy right here and make it unmistakably clear to him that he'd better not ring my doorbell in the future.

“Hey, you,” I snapped at him from above. But I didn't get to say more because he rudely interrupted me.

“Package for Emma…”

He faltered mid-sentence and didn't even get to say my family name. Apparently, he was only just realizing how I presented myself to him, and a broad grin spread across his unshaven face. He gave a lecherous whistle and shamelessly let his eyes wander from the bottom to the top of my scantily clad body. Ashamed, I gathered up my robe at the front.

“This is for me?” I croaked. How stupid was that? Somehow my brain didn't seem to be working properly anymore. The stranger had a weird aura about him that drew me in.

“Yeah, sure. If you're Emma, then I have something for you here.”

Although it seemed impossible, his grin grew even wider and he held out the delivery. Instead of reaching for it, I instinctively took a few steps backwards. Suddenly, I felt like a rabbit facing a hungry wolf. He took advantage of my hasty retreat to follow me into the hallway. With his heels, he slammed the apartment door shut behind him.

The bang of the slamming door woke me from my shock-induced paralysis. I had to act, somehow get him out of this apartment. Otherwise, I knew with absolute certainty that something would happen that I would regret forever.

“What do you think you're doing?” I snapped. ‘Get out of here right now! If you leave now, I might forget to complain to your employer.’ I pointed imperiously towards the exit.

The intruder was not in the least impressed by this. On the contrary. He calmly placed the parcel on the chest of drawers next to him and commented, “I think it's better if I have both hands free.” He took a threatening step towards me.

I turned on the spot and fled. Anywhere. Anything to get away from him. Fast, heavy footsteps followed me. A hand grabbed me by the collar. I lost my balance and stumbled. His strong grip was all that prevented me from hitting the ground. I would have been hopelessly outmatched in a physical fight. In panic, I fumbled to unfasten the belt of my dressing gown and slipped out of the hindering garment. I was free. Behind me, I heard angry cursing.

In a flash of lucidity, I realized that I couldn't escape. I should call for help and hope that someone would hear me and call the police. And at the same time, something strange and unexpected happened to me: a kind of hunting fever took hold of me. The adrenaline rush was so exhilarating that I suddenly enjoyed being followed. I felt wild and full of energy. If it had been Fabian chasing me, I knew what would happen if he caught up with me. Primordial instincts awoke. I felt hot. But it wasn't my husband, what I felt was wrong. Was it, really?

I rushed through the nearest door.

Which room?

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