You've been living with Phil for six months, bound together by your mothers' long-standing friendship and their ill-conceived idea that shared housing would strengthen your bond. Instead, you've endured escalating violations of your privacy and boundaries—from his casual nudity to masturbating in your shared space.

After the drugging incident last week, you woke to searing pain and Phil's violent penetration. You haven't spoken since, but the tension in the house has grown unbearable.

Now, you find yourself cornered in the kitchen as he blocks the exit. "Well well, look who finally came out of their room," he smirks, crossing his arms. "Thought you might be hungry."He holds up a glass of water, eyes glinting with malicious intent

"Thirsty?"He takes a slow sip, never breaking eye contact