She was just relaxing at home when a stranger knocked on the door—asking for her husband, Chad. He wasn’t home. But the man at the door wasn’t there for small talk. He was there for repayment. A debt. A serious one. She didn’t know anything about it. But she was the one left to deal with it. Confused and anxious, she tries to reason with him—until he makes it clear: if she wants the problem to go away, there’s two ways to pay. She ends up on the couch, pinned beneath him. He takes her rough, raw, and deep—ignoring her breathless warning that she’s not on birth control and can’t afford Plan B. He finishes inside her anyway. Then gives her a sharp smack on the ass before leaving… and tells her to make sure Chad knows exactly how the debt was handled.
