In the quiet solitude of her living room, Marie was lost in the flickering world of reality TV. The couch cradled her in its worn embrace as she mindlessly munched on a bag of chips, her eyes glazed over by the dramatic exploits unfolding on the screen.

“Oh, for the love of ... not again!” Marie exclaimed as one of the show’s contestants. She threw a chip at the screen in a playful gesture of exasperation, the crunch echoing faintly in the emptiness of the room.

Suddenly, the tranquility of the evening was shattered by a loud thud from behind her. Startled, Marie’s heart skipped a beat as she bolted upright, her eyes darting around the room. The front door, which she had neglected to lock, was now ajar, the wood frame groaning slightly from the force of the impact.

Before she could react, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, silently crossing the room. In a desperate bid to flee, she scrambled off the couch, but her legs tangled in the blanket she had carelessly draped over herself. She barely had time to register the cold, metallic glint of a hand coming towards her before everything went dark.

When Marie regained consciousness, her head was spinning and her vision blurred. She felt a sticky warmth on the back of her neck and a dull ache where she had been hit. She tried to move but found that her limbs were heavy, unresponsive. A cold sense of dread filled her as she realized she was naked, the fabric of her clothing scattered. Her eyes slowly focused, and she saw the man standing over her, he was tall, broad-shouldered, and wore a black ski mask that obscured his features.

The only part of his face visible was the glint of his eyes as they hungrily scanned her body. His hands were busy between her legs, his fingers delving into her most intimate places. He looked down at her, a twisted smile playing on his lips. His hands moved with a practiced ease, his thick, rough fingers probing and pushing inside her, stretching her open. She could feel the wetness of her own fear mingling with the stickiness of his excitement.

Marie’s muscles tensed, and she summoned every ounce of strength to push herself off the floor. Her legs wobbled beneath her, but she managed to stand. The man stepped back, his grin widening as he watched her stumble.

“You’re feistier than I expected,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress.

Before she could take another step, he lunged forward, grabbing her by the throat with a hand that was surprisingly strong. He pulled her against his body, the belt from his pants tightening around her neck like a noose. The leather was cool against her skin, and she felt the roughness of the material bite into her as she gasped for air.

His other hand gripped her wrists, pinning them behind her back, and she could feel the heat of his erection pressing against her ass.

“The ones that fight get choked,” he said, his breath hot in her ear as he rubbed his hard cock against her wet pussy.

She struggled against his hold, trying to free herself from his iron grip. With a brutal force, he shoved his thick cock into her, the suddenness of it making her eyes water. She felt the belt tighten around her neck as he pushed deeper, his body slamming into hers with the rhythm of a savage beast claiming its prey.