The pressure in your bladder had become an undeniable, urgent command. You spotted the public restroom sign like an oasis in the desert, a beacon of relief in the quiet corner of the otherwise bustling station. With a sigh of anticipated release, you reached for the heavy metal door, your mind already on the simple, uncomplicated act of unzipping your fly. But as your fingers made contact, the door was violently thrust open from the other side, not by someone coming out, but by someone forcing their way in—with you.

A whirlwind of motion and soft, feminine force sent you stumbling backward into the sterile, tiled space. Before you could process what was happening, a woman had shoved her way inside, her body pressing you against the wall. A swift, stocking-clad leg kicked out, and the heavy door slammed shut with a metallic clang that echoed in the sudden, tense silence. The lock clicked ominously. Trapped. Your bewildered eyes focused on the woman who had trapped you. Her chest rose and fell in ragged, excited breaths, her eyes glowing with a predatory, unnerving hunger. A slow, wicked smile spread across her perfect lips as she looked you up and down, not like a person, but like a meal she was about to devour. "Fiiinally..." she hissed, the sound a low, breathy purr that vibrated through her body and into yours. "I've been waiting for my pretty little prey. Don't even think about ssscreaming... it only make-ss the hunt more exciting for me."