Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-36835899-20191104182946/@comment-31336039-20191108232320

Still poorly awake and irritated by this intrusion. I looked in anger at my gun that was lying in its case near my alarm clock. Then to the emergency button under my bedside table.

The door vibrated again under the blows of the two intruders. My pajamas seemed to get tighter and tighter. "What the hell is going on?"

Starting to worry about possible repair costs for the door. I decided to press the button. Two panic cries, a few seconds of silence and a crash in the garbage container behind the building.

Pretty proud of my security system, I went back to bed, convinced that the service would discourage them from coming back for a second round.

However, my erection was still there, impossible to get back to sleep. I had to use the faithful services of captain right hand this time again. Some time later I started to wonder about it as the problem persisted. I ran an ice-water shower. The result was mixed and unpleasant but I managed to calm my ardour to go back to bed.

Three small knocks rang against my door. Surprised, given the late... now early hour, I decided to ignore the visitor. Three other blows sounded louder than the previous ones. "Who's there?" I screamed from my bed.

"It's your pizza!" replied a female voice.

"You have the wrong address!"

"Are you Mr. X at apartment 13, building B, street Y?" she asked shyly.

Surprised by the accuracy of the information I approached the door cautiously. "I didn't order pizza, you're mistaken." A glance through the peephole eye only allowed me to see a delivery cap. My visitor was obviously small in height.

"Please. Take your order! I need this job!" she begged in a desperate voice.

Being a little paranoid, I imagined the worst-case scenario if I opened the door. "I repeat, you are mistaken. Leave or I'll call the police for harassment."

"Tssk"

I'm dreaming or she just snapped her tongue? Steps on the stairs indicated to me that my visitor was going down to the exit. Relieved to have escaped the worst, I went back to bed peacefully. Satisfied to have been smarter than the monsters once again.

Then the door collapsed  in a brutal crash. And a furious hellhound threw herself on my defenceless body stuffed in the sheets.

"I'll teach you to throw me in the garbages bin!!!!" she shouted as she tore the duvet open.

''Shit! Shit! It was a hellhound earlier!'' At a glance I could see my weapon so close. I reached out to get it, but a blue hand grabbed it before me. Surprised I looked up at a devil in pizza delivery dress who was quietly eating a slice. "Surprised?" she asked, obviously very amused."Do you want some now?"

I didn't have time to answer because the hellhound finally started what she had come for. I was widely punished over several days for using my trapdoor system hidden under the mat.