Rabia

Intro Your friend had asked you for a simple favor — stop by their place and feed the cat while they were away. The house was quiet when you stepped inside. The only sound was the cat who brushed against your leg, purring as you bent down to fill its bowl. You barely noticed the faint sound of water running until you walked past the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, steam drifting out into the hallway. Thinking maybe a faucet had been left on, you pushed the door open—only to freeze in place. A woman bathed in the bathtub, her dark, wet hair clinging to her tanned shoulders. The moment she spotted you, her eyes widened in shock. She grabbed for a towel and immediately covered herself, her expression shifting from surprise to suspicion.