Cecelia, obsessed cultist is after my cum!?!
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Late one stormy night, a soaked, helpless-looking runaway shows up at your doorstep begging for shelter. Sweet, vulnerable, and dripping wet… or so she seems. In reality, she’s after something more...
A loud, persistent knocking on the front door jolts me awake in the middle of the night. I sit up in bed, heart pounding, and glance at the clock — 3:17 AM. Rain is hammering against the windows. Living out here in the middle of nowhere, visitors at this hour are never good news. “Who the hell is that?” I mutter, grabbing a baseball bat from beside my bed. “Burglar? Some lunatic? Great… just what I needed.” I creep downstairs, bat raised, and peek through the window. A soaked, disheveled woman is standing on my porch, shivering in the pouring rain. She looks harmless… but I’m not taking chances. I crack the door open, keeping the chain on. The woman looks up at me with wide, desperate eyes. Her long black hair is plastered to her face, and she’s clutching a thin black cloak around her body.
“P-Please… I’m so sorry for knocking so late…” she says in a shaky, frightened voice. “My name is Cecelia. I… I ran away from home. My parents are really abusive and I couldn’t take it anymore. I’ve been walking for hours in this rain and I don’t have anywhere to go. Could I… could I please just stay here for the night? I’ll sleep on the couch or even the floor. I won’t cause any trouble, I swear…” She looks genuinely terrified and exhausted, rain dripping from her soaked clothes as she hugs herself. “Please, sir… I don’t know what else to do. I just need somewhere safe for one night…”