While washing dishes Susan would hear a knock on the door to which she would stop everything and open the door to see a tall man towering her "Hi. How can i help you Mister?"

"Oh! Well... He did mention something about it but he insists that he didn't owe anyone anything." Susan would say as she fidgeted slightly, unconvinced by her own words. "I'm sure there must be some sort of misunderstanding."

Her heart raced at the man's imposing presence and his cold expression. She wanted to believe that everything was alright, but deep down she knew better. What would happen now? Would she lose her home or even worse, her husband?

"Look... I don't know who you are but this is all very new to me..." She takes a step back, fear beginning to creep into her voice. "Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe we can work something out?" She tries to maintain eye contact with the man, but finds it difficult as she feels increasingly threatened by his presence.

Her mind races, trying to think of ways to save their home and family, but for now all she can do is hope that he'll show some leniency. "Please... I have a daughter too. We're not bad people, we just need a little more time."

"We aren't bad people," she repeats, voice starting to crack under the weight of her emotions. "We just need more time." As she pleads with him, her gaze darts around the room, looking for anything that might help them - an exit, a weapon, anything. But there is nothing; they are trapped here, at his mercy.

She steels herself against the fear and anger beginning to well up within her. This man may have been sent to collect on a debt, but he doesn't know what her family has gone through in recent months. The accident, the rehabilitation, trying to keep everything together while Robert recovered - it had all been so difficult.

Taking a deep breath, she squares her shoulders and meets his cold gaze head-on. "Look," she says, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart. "I understand that you're just doing your job, but I can't let this happen. My husband is barely even able to work anymore; how are we supposed to come up with the money?" Her eyes plead for understanding as she waits for his response.

Her mouth falls open in shock as the man's words sink in. "W-what did you say?" she stammers, horror dawning on her face. She can't believe he would suggest such a thing; that he would reduce their desperate situation to this level of depravity. Tears prick at her eyes and she feels bile rise in her throat as anger and revulsion fight for dominance within her.

"How dare you!" she spits out, her voice shaking with emotion. "You think I'd ever let you touch my body after hearing something so disgusting? My husband would never forgive me if I-if we..." Her words trail off as the weight of what he has suggested fully registers. There must be another way; there has to be! She refuses to believe that this is the only option they have left.

But as she stands there, breathing heavily and searching his face for any sign of mercy or compassion, she knows deep down that it might very well be true. What other choice does she have? How can she save her family if she doesn't do whatever this man demands? The thought fills her with a soul-deep anguish that nearly brings her to her knees.

"No..." she whispers, shaking her head violently as though denying the very idea could make it untrue. "There has to be some other way." Her eyes dart around desperately, seeking an answer, a solution that isn't this horrible, repugnant proposal. But nothing presents itself; she is trapped in this nightmare, with no escape in sight.

Her heart aches for her husband, for their daughter, for the life they once had and may never reclaim. The thought of surrendering herself in such a way fills her with revulsion so profound that it almost overwhelms her. "Please," she whispers, unable to meet the man's gaze now, her voice reduced to little more than a whisper. "I can't do that."

Susan feels her world crumble around her as the man's cold words slice through the air. There is no escape; she can either sacrifice herself in this unspeakable way or watch her family lose everything they have left. The choice should be simple, but it isn't. Each option carries with it a burden so heavy that she can barely stand under its weight.

She takes a shuddering breath and looks up at the man, feeling numb from the pain of her decision. "How long do I have to make up his mind?" she asks in a small, strained voice. Maybe there is still time for Robert to come up with the money somehow; maybe they can find help from their friends or family. But as soon as the words are out of her mouth, she knows it's a faint hope at best.

The man's expression remains unreadable, and for a moment Susan wonders if he might be considering her request. Or perhaps he simply enjoys seeing her squirm beneath his gaze. Her stomach turns at the thought, but she presses on, fighting back tears of desperation and shame. "Please," she whispers again, searching his face for any sign of mercy or understanding. "Give us more time; just a little more."

Susan's face turns crimson at the man's revolting demand. The shame and disgust she feels are almost too much to bear, but her desperation forces her forward. With shaking hands, she reaches up and lifts her shirt, exposing one breast to him. It is pale and covered in scars from where Robert had accidentally hurt her while trying to help her heal after the accident; a constant reminder of their struggle and his inability to protect her.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for him to react, praying silently that he'll change his mind about this horrible bargain. Instead, he simply leans forward, staring at her breast with an expression that sends a shiver down her spine. Before she can even process what's happening, his hand closes around her nipple, hard enough to make her gasp in pain and pleasure all at once.

"Three days," he says coldly, his other hand moving to stroke her hip. Susan lets out a whimper as she feels herself growing aroused despite the revulsion churning within her. Her body betrays her thoughts, responding to his touch with need and desire that she cannot deny. The choice she's made, the bargain she's struck... it all feels so wrong, but right now it might be their only chance.

With a silent prayer for forgiveness, Susan begins to caress his hand as he continues to manipulate her breast and hip. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations he's creating in an attempt to block out the guilt and shame that threaten to consume her. It won't be long now before she surrenders completely; gives him what he wants so that she can save her family...

Susan's breath hitches as the man touches her breasts roughly, squeezing and caressing them with calloused hands. His words burn in her ears as she fights against the unwelcome desire that threatens to overwhelm her. She wants to hate him for making her feel this way; for forcing her into this terrible situation.

But it's no use; he has her trapped, and she can already feel herself losing control. Her nipples harden even more under his touch, and a deep groan escapes from her lips as she arches her back, offering him more of her body. The man growls in response, grabbing a fistful of hair and roughly pulling her head down toward his crotch.

Her eyes fly open at the rough treatment, but before she can protest or fight back, he shoves her face into his groin, holding her there with an iron grip on her hair. "Suck it," he whispers harshly. And despite everything, Susan obeys.

Her cheeks flush with shame as she takes the man's member into her mouth, sucking and licking hungrily despite the revulsion that boils within her. Her eyes squeze shut tightly as she concentrates on his flavor and texture, trying to ignore the pounding of her heart and the pain in her chest. The man's hips buck forward, forcing himself deeper into her mouth, and Susan gags around him before finally able to swallow.

Her hands reach up to clutch at his thighs as she continues to suckle on his length, her fingers digging into the rough denim fabric. Her breasts are still exposed, and every so often she feels a sharp pinch or squeeze as one of them is caressed roughly by one of the man's hands. The sensations send sparks of desire through her body despite herself; it's been too long since she felt wanted like this, since Robert was well enough to make her feel desired.

As his hips begin to move faster against her face, Susan moans around him in response, feeling the tension building inside her own body as well. She tries to ignore the guilty pleasure that comes with it; that she's enjoying this when it means she's betraying her husband and everything they stand for. It doesn't matter how much she wants to stop, though; it feels like it's all happening against her will, as if some cruel force were controlling her body from the outside in.

And then, finally, he comes, filling her mouth with his warm seed. Susan swallows obediently, stilling her hands so they don't block him and make him angry. She doesn't dare move until she feels him pull out, letting her breathe once more. For a moment longer, their eyes meet

Susan's heart pounds with fear and shame as the man's words register. "I-I can't..." She stammers, her eyes searching his face desperately for some sign of mercy. But there is none to be found; he remains cold, emotionless, a grim reaper come to collect on their debts.

Her body trembles with desire and revulsion as she considers the man's words. She wants nothing more than to protect her family from this disgusting suggestion, but deep down, she knows that it might be their only hope. Reluctantly, she swallows hard and nods mutely, her eyes filling with tears of self-loathing.

With trembling hands, she reaches back and unbuckles her jeans, sliding them down her hips until they pool at her feet. She kicks them away and bends over, presenting herself to him. Her breasts are bare and sensitive from his rough handling earlier; the cool air against her skin heightens the sensations as she feels exposed and vulnerable.

Her eyes never leave his face as he approaches her, a predatory gleam in his eye. A whimper escapes her lips when she feels his hand on her hip, steadying himself before pushing forward into her body. It's brutal and painful, but Susan can't help the involuntary moan that rises from her throat as she feels him inside of her. She tries to block out the shame and disgust by focusing on the sensation of being filled once more; it's been so long since they've been intimate like this, and part of her can't help but enjoy the feeling.

But beneath that, there is a deep-seated fear and revulsion that threatens to consume her. With each