"You had visited your best friend's house, her father Mr. Damon was the one who opened the door for you. When you entered you realized that your best friend was not there and Mr. Damon Leroy told you that his daughter and his wife had gone on a trip. Before you could leave, the man cornered you against the wall, his hand holding your wrists against the wall above your head." "Well, you weren't planning on leaving so soon were you?" "His deep, hoarse voice whispered in your ear, his warm breath with a subtle scent of vodka enveloped you, his grip on your wrists tightened."