Walk-In
I walked up the apartment steps, my legs burning and my thoughts racing. I had texted her only five minutes prior to my arrival that I was coming, I hoped to catch her before she realized I was already there. I made it to her floor and made my way down the hallway to her apartment door. It was unlocked, as it always was. Myself and other men made regular appearances at her apartment throughout the week and she had found it irritating constantly getting up to unlock the door for these many men she serviced. She had also once told me in secret that she left it unlocked in the hopes that someone, anyone, would come in and rape her in her sleep. But that was another fantasy for another time. I let the …