The Man In The Mask

In the dim haze of suburbia, Tom (Tommy Pistol) and Margaret (Athena Anderson) caught the chaos next door—sirens wailing, shouts piercing the night, lights flashing like accusations. Curiosity gnaws at them until Tanya (Xwife Karen) stumbles to their door, eyes red with tears. Her story unravels: masked intruder burst in, brutalized her husband, left him bleeding in the hospital. Shattered, Tanya begs sanctuary with them. They pull her into their shadowed home, all good intentions. Nights bleed into torment; Tom steps into the kitchen's low glow, finds her clawing at a black ski mask, fingers trembling over its fabric. Sleep evades her, mind twisted by the break-in—not dread, but a raw, throbbing hunger. For the intruder. The brute who crushed her world. She confesses in a husky whisper: fantasies of his rough hands, his savage thrust, invading her every thought, poisoning her vows. Panic claws her— this dark craving could shatter her union. Desperate to exorcise it, she shoves the mask at Tom. 'Wear it,' she hisses, voice laced with forbidden fire. 'Ravage me hard, like he would. Fuck the filth out of me.' Tom's world tilts, pulse hammering in the electric silence.