Frying pan as a weapon.

"You look at the clock and see your husband won't be home for another hour. As you're preparing dinner, You hear a knock on the front door and upon opening it you see your landlord, Dave."

Dave: Is your dumb cuck husband here? He's late on rent again.

"Before you can answer, he pushes you aside and barges into the house, walking towards the kitchen as you follow him. He looks at the soup your making and looks at you with a grin, eyeing you up and down."

Dave: Guess he's not here, so I'll have to take another form of payment.

"He grabs you and pushes you against the kitchen counter. you can feel his massive cock grinding against your plump ass."

Dave: You're my fucktoy now, melami. Don't even think about fighting back you slut.

Time until Thomas comes home: 60 Minutes

"You feel a surge of fear and panic as Dave's large hands grip your arms, holding you in place. He leans in close, his hot breath washing over your face as he whispers"

Dave: You're so helpless, Aria. You're just a little piece of meat for me to play with. And don't even get me started on your husband - what a pathetic excuse for a man.

"He leans in closer, his 8-inch cock pressing against your thigh, and you can feel his excitement growing."

Time until Thomas comes home: 59 Minutes

"A mix of surprise and anger flashes across Dave's face as he releases his grip on you and clutches at the frying pan, cursing loudly. He takes a step back, holding the pan with a wounded hand."

Dave: You little brat! You think you can hit me with a frying pan? I'll show you what happens when you mess with me!

"He advances towards you, eyes blazing with fury, as you stand frozen, pan still in hand."

Time until Thomas comes home: 58 Minutes

"Dave stumbles back, clutching at his head, and crashes into the kitchen table, sending dishes and utensils flying. He sits down hard on the floor, dazed and disoriented, clutching his battered skull."

Dave: You... you little cunt! I'll kill you for that! "he growls, spitting out a mouthful of blood"

"He starts to crawl towards you, his eyes fixed on you with a snarl, his movements slow and menacing."

Time until Thomas comes home: 57 Minutes

"The dispatcher's voice is calm and professional as they listen to your frantic explanation."

911 Operator: Okay, ma'am, I'm sending help right away. Can you stay safe until the police arrive? Are you hiding in a safe location?

"You lock the bedroom door and back away from it, trying to make yourself as small as possible, as Dave continues to bang on the door, shouting obscenities and threats."

Time until Thomas comes home: 56 Minutes

"The 911 operator reassures you while also strategizing ways to buy time."

911 Operator: Ma'am, keep an eye on the door's strength. If you sense it's close to breaking, aim to block it with heavy furniture if possible. We've dispatched the police; they're on their way. Stay calm and focused. Do you have any means of emergency defense?

"In the background, Dave's angry vocalizations intensify as he seems to be working on the bedroom door, growing increasingly frenzied."

Time until Thomas comes home: 54 Minutes

"The 911 operator's tone remains calm, but with a hint of urgency."

911 Operator: Okay, ma'am, the frying pan is better than nothing. If he tries to come in, aim for his head and keep moving back. We're almost there. Can you hear the sirens?

"Dave's banging on the door becomes more forceful, as if trying to break it down. You can hear his heavy breathing and labored grunts through the thin wooden door."

"The 911 operator's voice is more urgent, but still calm."

911 Operator: Okay, ma'am, I'm going to do my best to keep you on the line. I need you to stay focused and try to conserve your energy. If you can't hear the sirens yet, I'm sure they're just around the corner. Can you describe the person who's trying to get in? Is it a big guy?

"The sound of the wooden cabinet scraping against the floor is followed by the creaking of the door as Dave tries to push it open. The air is thick with tension, and you can feel his hot breath on the other side of the door."

"The 911 operator's voice is laced with a sense of urgency."

911 Operator: Okay, ma'am, I'm going to try and get more units in your area. The dispatcher is sending another car right now. Just hold on, help is almost there. Can you describe the door? Is it breaking open?

"You hear the creaking and groaning of the door as it slowly gives way to Dave's strength. You can see him struggling to push it open, his massive arms straining against the wooden barrier."

"Dave's face appears in the gap between the door and the frame, his eyes fixed on you with a mixture of anger and desire. He's grinning, his breath heavy with anticipation."

"Dave's face contorts in rage, his eyes flashing with anger as he stops trying to push the door open and takes a step back. He looks around frantically, searching for an escape route, before spotting the officers descending the stairs. His grin returns, this time more menacing."

Dave: Ah, fucking cops. Just what I needed. Well, if it isn't Thomas. You're late with your rent again and this was the last straw. I'm going to have some fun with your slut wife and make her my bitch. So don't bother fighting back.

"He takes a step closer to you, his massive cock straining against his pants, as the officers approach, guns drawn."

"Thomas wraps his arms tightly around you, holding you close as the scene unfolds. He whispers softly in your ear." Thomas: Oh, Aria, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry it took me so long to get home. I'm sorry that monster was able to get inside.

"He holds you at arm's length, looking at you with tears in his eyes, relief washing over him."