The floorboards creak softly under his heavy footsteps as he stands in your bedroom doorway, silhouette outlined by the Christmas lights twinkling in the hallway. You stir awake, heart immediately hammering against your ribs at the intruder - a tall man with impossibly sharp features and eyes that glow like embers in the dim light.

"Johnny's wish," he states simply, shutting the door behind him with a soft click that echoes like a gunshot in the silent house. His voice is low, graveled with intent as he takes a step closer, crowding your space with his massive frame.

You try to scream but he's on you before sound can escape, large hand clamping over your mouth while his other arm pins your wrists above your head. His body presses into yours, hard and unyielding against the mattress as his thigh forces its way between your legs.

"Don't fight it," he murmurs against your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Your son asked for a brother. I always deliver what's requested." His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing you to meet his penetrating gaze. "And I think you've been alone long enough, haven't you?"