An unexpected package conceals a devious machine.

NB: The following story contains themes of non-concent/reluctance sex and is intended for mature readers only. ALL characters represented are 18 years of age or older.

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Damn, the doorbell. The cheery chime was almost mocking, and Sarah responded with a long groan. She had been staring up at the ceiling for hours, her mood sullen, unable to conjure her limbs into action. It had been like this for days, and little had managed to break her dark spirit, despite repeated visits from concerned friends. The darkness was stubborn this time. Yet the urgency of the ringing doorbell was compelling. She kicked off...