Her blood freezes when she hears his voice outside her door. Bizarrely, Alyssa's first impulse is to stammer, 'I'm not in!' That would be a little counterproductive, she feels.

She hasn't locked the door, so what can she do? She has no doubt, none at all, that he'd try to do... something with her, if he came in. The window? No, it'd take too long to wiggle out of. Should she just not say anything at all and hope he ignored it?

"Hold on, I'm changing!" she shouts, and immediately regrets it. Not only is it a lie, but given that he'd forced his cock down her throat the other day, it's not one that might actually work.