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The Horny Heist

The Robbery

Eric, cruised through the quiet, unsuspecting neighborhood scanning the houses, searching for signs of vulnerability for his next target. It was a hot summer night and the air felt heavy. A home, nestled in the tranquil confines of Willowbrook, became the latest mark.

Eric bore the physical markers of a life lived on the edge. His once-youthful athletic body was etched with telltale signs of wear and hardship. Weathered lines traced the contours of his face, evidence of the battles he had fought and the demons that plagued him. His sunken eyes once filled with vibrancy, now held a hollow gaze that revealed the depths of his desperation. They flickered with a mix of restlessness and longing, mirroring the conflict within his tormented soul.

His gaze landed upon a modest home tucked away in a cul-de-sac, the nearest lamp post no longer emitting light and offering the perfect cloak for his home invasion. He could feel the heat permeating the air, clinging to his skin and causing perspiration to form on his brow. The darkness embraced him, offering a veil of anonymity as he skulked around the home's perimeter. A surge of anticipation coursed through his veins when he saw a window on the first floor wide open, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of his lips. With practiced ease, he slipped through the window, his movements swift and silent.

As he ventured further into the house, a sense of satisfaction washed over Eric. The resident had unknowingly ...

... left themselves exposed to his intrusion, unaware of the danger that lurked within their sanctuary. Room by room, he methodically cleared out the valuables, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and desperation.

Unbeknownst to Eric, Sarah, oblivious to the chaos unfolding downstairs, lay alone in her bedroom on the second floor. The warmth of the night had compelled her to leave the windows open, the gentle breeze offering respite from the stifling heat of the day. The absence of concern for crime in the seemingly safe neighborhood, mixed with inebriation from one too many glasses of wine, had allowed her to surrender to a peaceful slumber.

Eric's footsteps, hushed by the carpeted stairs, carried him closer to the unsuspecting Sarah. As he ascended, the moonlight filtered through the open windows, casting ethereal shadows upon the staircase. A bead of sweat trickled down Eric's forehead, a mix of nerves and the residual heat of the summer night.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Eric's eyes adjusted to the dimly lit hallway. The sounds of his breathing seemed amplified, echoing through the stillness. He moved cautiously, peering into each room to ensure his presence remained undetected.

It was in the last room he checked that he found her—Sarah, alone and vulnerable in her slumber. The sight of her delicate form amidst the moonlit room gave Eric a momentary pause.

Sarah lay nestled in her bed. The moon's elusive glow, slipping through the open windows, cast a ...