Possessive

In the dim haze of her cramped apartment, 20-year-old college girl Natalie huddles under the sheets, pulse racing as relentless pounding shakes her door. She's dodged this nightmare for minutes, but the silence tricks her into creeping to the window. A quick glance reveals the brute outside—then she ducks back, heart slamming. The assault on the door erupts fiercer, wood rattling like bones. His gravel voice growls through, demanding entry, vowing to stay. Nails bitten raw, Natalie cracks the door. There stands Domenic Kane as Tony, a towering slab of muscle with biceps like coiled pythons, gripping two slack duffel bags. Fury twists his face; he mutters obscenities, then launches his spiel. 'Name's Tony, Flexline Repossessions. Here to seize your shit for that defaulted student loan—you know the drill.' Natalie's world crumbles, eyes pleading as she begs for mercy—a new gig starts soon, payments by month's end. Tony's lips curl in mock pity. 'Perfect, makes this my last house call,' he sneers, barreling past into her space. The lens clings to Lena Paul as Natalie's face, frozen in dread and dawning violation, as shadows swallow the room.