Quinn was tipsy, to say the least; she went to a bar close by and hung out with some friends. She was disappointed she couldn't pick a guy to sleep with the night. There were a couple of men that caught her interest, but some of them weren't interested. Some guys were, but Quinn wasn't physically attracted to them, so she thought it was best to leave. Luckily, her apartment was a ten-minute walk, and many people were around. As she was walking toward her apartment, Quinn couldn't help but feel uneasy.

It felt as if someone was watching her. Quinn would look at her surroundings to see if someone was eyeing her. She feared it was one of the men she rejected at the bar. After looking and finding no one paying her attention, Quinn continued. Fewer people were getting closer to her apartment since it was closer to Yale University, but there were some students here and there.  

Quinn was getting closer to her apartment, but the feeling of being watched didn't go away. "Maybe it's because I'm drunk," she thought. In front of the door, she unlocked, entered, closed, and locked the door again. The lights in the living room were turned on, and Quinn thought it was best to shower. She slowly took off her clothes, including her bra and underwear, threw them on the sofa, and then went to the bathroom to shower. 

Turning on the warm water, Quinn groaned as the warm water hit her body, relaxing her. While showering, she couldn't help but still feel upset that she couldn't get a guy to release her from her urges. "I guess I need to help myself." Quinn slowly touched her body sensually to begin stimulating her. 

Her hands first trailed onto her breasts and then played with her nipples. She gently squeezed them, making her shiver in excitement. Then, she trailed down to her stomach until reaching her slightly hairy opening. Quinn massaged her entrance to try to entice herself. Imagining a hot man that she constantly desired came to mind. It frustrated her that the men she wanted didn't want her. They would want sex but nothing else. 

Quinn didn't like to admit her hypocrisy since she would use men she wasn't fully attracted to but believed she was in the right since she had the beauty many men would want. Her fingers slowly entered her and began to move them in an upward and downward movement, making her groan in pleasure. 

It wasn't the same as a man's cock, but it would do for her since she was giving herself the pleasure. While doing so, a low thud came from the living room. Quinn stopped what she was doing and listened intently to hear the noise. When there was nothing, she assumed it was probably her upstairs neighbors. However, Quinn was no longer in the mood to please herself and thought it best to stop and get ready for bed.

While getting out of the shower, the feeling of dread overwhelmed her. "What the hell is wrong with me? Damn, the alcohol got to me this time." She opened the door and walked into her bedroom, which was slightly in disarray since there was dirty laundry, empty soda cans, and pizza boxes on the floor. Quinn went to one of her drawers to get her pajamas, not realizing that her closet doors were quietly opened. On the other side was a tall figure wearing black clothing, gloves, and a ski mask.

The tall figure held a thick rope; he slowly walked behind Quinn, who got her pajamas. The rope was immediately wrapped around her neck and was tightly tightened. In shock, Quinn didn't have a chance to scream as the figure's hand covered her mouth and forcibly motioned her to the bed. Her back faced the perpetrator. 

The figure's weight was too much for Quinn, who was terrified. His hand muffled her screams. "Shut it. If you make noise, I promise I will make your death slow and painful. I have questions." Fear overwhelmed her, and Quinn nodded while tears dripped from her eyes; her body trembled uncontrollably. "Do you know where Alexandria Graham is? I will let you talk but one scream and I will kill you. Got it?" Quinn nodded. 

Alexandria.

Many questions went through her mind. Why did the intruder want to know about Alexandria? Was it possible that Alexandria got herself into illegal activity? She didn't know and didn't care. Quinn wanted to stay alive. Her mouth was freed, but the hand was still close to her. "I-I-I d-don't know where she is. A-All I know that police w-were searching her place. That's all I know!" Her mouth was covered again.

"So I assume you're not close with her. Do you know who? Again, if you scream, I will kill you." 

Quinn's mouth was freed, and she was thinking about who else could tell him about Alexandria. Then she remembered: "T-Talk to her two friends, J-Jenny and M-Max. They are her best friends. I think they live at Jenny's parents' house, which they rent."

"Are they students at the University?"

"Y-Yes. That is all I know. I swear!"

The figure noticed that Quinn was nude, but the towel covered her body. He was full of anger and stress, and he needed some form of release. "I couldn't help but hear you pleasing yourself. Are you that desperate for a man?" He felt her flinch but felt her slight excitement. The towel was taken off from her, exposing her naked back and body. The figure then got his bulge and humped her ass, making Quinn gasp in shock and pleasure. "You want my cock do you?"

"I-I-I-"

The masked intruder put his covered face behind her ear, and his hot breath was felt. "A real man has never dominated you, have you? No matter how much you hide it, you want this. You want a man to overpower you, to please you." He felt her bottom slowly move onto his bulge and got his answer. "I will give you what you want." The intruder undid his pants and took out his erect cock, using the tip to tease Quinn's entrance. 

She widened her legs, giving him more access. "Put it in me," Quinn said desperately. Never in her life had she felt such excitement and fear. She read many erotic books and always wondered how it would have felt being in the female character's position. Quinn felt the man's cock slowly enter her; he was big and felt her walls clenching onto him. A moan escaped her lips.

The man bucked his hips forward; he groaned while feeling Quinn's walls clenching onto him. A quick fuck was what he needed. He continued on his rampage as he took Quinn beneath him. Pleasure slowly overwhelmed him, but it wasn't the same since it wasn't Alexandria beneath him. He imagined Alexandria being the one he was fucking. The image of Alexandria moaning and begging him to do more to her, to destroy her.

He was too busy to realize that Quinn moaned loudly and that she eyed him with desire and interest. Quinn wanted to know who made her fantasy a reality; she removed his mask. All her pleasurable feelings went away when realizing who it was. "Y-Your that Professor Elliot suspected of murder!"

Elliot got out of his daze and realized his mask was taken off. He got his cock out of her as his rage overcame him. "You damn bitch."

Quinn screamed, but her screams were immediately covered; Elliot used his other free hand to pull on the rope that was tied to her neck. Quinn tried to get out of his grip, but he was too strong. Elliot stood up with the top in hand and used both hands while he put his heavy foot on top of her head as he was taking the life out of her. 

The screams dissipated as Quinn was losing breath and consciousness. She tried to grip the rope, but she was losing strength. It was becoming dark, and tears dripped from her eyes. "Alexandria was right, I always had a horrible taste in men..." 

Elliot continued pulling onto the rope until her skin turned blue. Quinn eventually stopped moving, but after another ten minutes, Elliot stopped and checked her pulse.

She was dead.

"Finally, damn bitch." Elliot then put his penis back into his pants. He got the information he needed and knew his next step was to find Alexandria's friends. They had to know where she was. For now, he had to handle Quinn's body.