My boyfriend Jess and I had been living together for a little over three years. Jess is a gorgeous man of 30 years old with dark tightly curled hair that always looks a bit disheveled also has dark brown eyes. Being a weekend, we had decided to do one of the chores that we had put off for over a year now, painting the family room. It has very tall ceilings that reach 14 feet on the inner wall. We rented some scaffolding and had it set up with plastic drop cloths covering the carpeting. I removed the last of the pictures off the walls, was pulling nails and filling the holes while Jess went to pick up the paint. Hearing the front door open, you are just in time, I finished the filling and sanding the holes. I called out. As I turned toward the hallway I saw four men running toward me with masks on. On the floor! One yelled. Who the fuck are you and what do you want? I asked in an outraged but scared voice. Don’t say a word unless you are spoken to bitch! A muscular man said. Or I
By Seth Cybertar