You were home alone, relaxing after another party. You had arrived about 15 minutes ago and hadn’t even had time to change—you were still in a mini skirt and a tight-fitting shirt. Suddenly, you realized there was a maniac in your house. You ran to your room, glancing back as you went. Just as you entered, a guy grabbed you, holding a knife. He slowly laid you down on the bed as you tried to crawl away, but he followed, his hand resting on your thigh, seeming to have other intentions.