"Give me the fucking money Nicolas!"

James shouted in my face as he held my by throat against the wall in my hallway. 2 men stood in my doorway watching. I shook my head no. He slapped me hard across the right side of my face and I fell to the floor.

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James had picked up a really bad spending problem during our first year in college. Parties, women, gambling, you name it. And by the second year of college he was almost broke. So he decided to take it upon himself to try and help himself to my money. 

So on this particular day he came banging on my door. This was my house I'm not letting that fool in. I stood in my hallway facing my front door. I know it's James immediately.  The only other person that comes to my house is the delivery guy that drops off the art supplies I order, and that's only during business hours. It's 9pm. The banging continued for another few seconds before the door was broken in. Rage was plastered across James' face, and I knew I messed up.

In comes James, and I see he has 2 guys with him this time. I freeze in place, as the fear set in. James storms up to me and snatches me up by the neck and slams me into the wall.

"Didn't I tell you to give me the fucking passcode to you door anytime you change it!? You make me go through this kind of shit and it pisses me off more!" His grip on my throat tightens.

"You know why I'm here. So where the fuck is your stash Nicolas? Where's the money?"

I don't move or give any kind of information. Screw him, that's MY money! He can hit me all he wants, but my finances are not his to touch. I just stare at James. Unmoving.

"Give me the fucking money Nicolas!"

James shouted in my face as he held my by throat against the wall in my hallway. 2 men stood in my doorway watching. I shook my head no. He slapped me hard across the right side of my face and I fell to the floor.

"Okay. Fine." He smiles.

"Do what you want with him til he gives you the money." James tells the 2 men at the door as he turns to leave.

"With pleasure" The bigger one say with a wicked smile on his face.

Panic sets in. I start crawling backwards quickly trying to stand up to get to my room where my phone is, but the bigger guy gets to me faster then I can get away. He grabbed me by the neck and pinned me against the walls. Towering over my small 5'3 self. His eyes roam over my body. I can feel and smell his alcohol stained breathe on my face.

His left hand still on my throat he reaches for the tie on my robe with his other. My eyes widen in fear. I know now what he wants to do to me if I refuse the money. Panic hits me full force and my body is trembling.

The smaller guy leans on the wall close to me and reaches his hands up to trace a finger over my lips.

"You have a pretty mouth." He says in my ear.

I'm breathing so hard by this point it sounds like I'm gasping for air.  The bigger guy in front of me smiles widely, eyes locked on mine, as he starts raking his hands over my chest. Pinching my nipples with such force it forces a loud gasp from my throat. The smaller guy to my right lightly laughs as his fingers make their way inside the lining of my briefs now stroking my cock.

Tears fall from my eyes. This is how my first time is going to be? With these 2 hidious strangers?

The bigger guys leans in towards my face, so close our noses almost touch.

"I don't like to force myself with my toys. I like them wet and willing. So, be a doll and just give us the money, hmm?"

I nod my head feircely in response. At this point if that's the only thing that's going to stop this from happeing, they could take it all. He slowly let go of the grip he had on my neck. The smaller guy smacks his lips and retracts his hands from my briefs, with disappointment.

With shakey legs, I make my way over to my bookshelf and pull the thickest book.

I hand it over to the bigger guy and he looks at me, confused. Its a fake book I found on amazon.

The pages of the book are hallowed out.

I make the motion with my hands, as if to say, open the book.

He opens the lids and finds to 2 $10,000 stacks inside.

Satisfied, he looks at me and then at the smaller guy, "Let's go."

When they reach the door the smaller guy turns and looks at me and smacks him lips again.

"Too bad. You look like fun."

I stood there, same spot, for what seemed like hours. I finally lost the feelings in my legs and crumbled to the floor.

Sobbing.

I can't let this happen again. If James crosses the wrong guy, who knows how far they'll go. I can't take that chance. Not again. Not like this.

I needed a place where, James or anyone else, couldn't touch me. I needed a plan.

And the only logical thing I could come up with...

A safe room.