Chapter 1: Losing it All
Jenny comes home from work to her apartment. She is tired and exhausted. "I'm not even going to put on pajamas" she says to herself, while lifting her camisole over her head, allowing her breasts to slide out and separate as they lose their support. She slaps it on the floor and unzips her jeans, putting her thumbs underneath both her pants and underwear, and pushes everything down all at once, revealing a triangle of sprouting pubic hair.
discarded women's jeans flat on bedroom floor, seen from above
Jenny looks at her perfect figure in the mirror while removing her hair tie. "You still got it, Jenny," she says to herself with a smile. The lamp turns off. She flops on the bed, the springs creaking from the weight of her body. Jenny dozes off to sleep.
While dead asleep, someone starts to fiddle with the lock on her door. The sound of subtle metal clicking fills the hallway until the lock snaps open. It's a burglar, and he's looking to steal as much designer clothing as he can get his hands on.
The burglar carefully makes his way to Jenny's closet, his flashlight illuminating her clothing. The beam highlights an array of dresses, shirts, and pants in every color, hanging neatly on the rack. The only sound in the apartment is the whispers of fabric brushing on itself, as he starts emptying dresser drawers and her closet.
The burglar makes his way to the bathroom, where the beam of light from his flashlight washes over towels and robes, and he grabs them all and throws them in a bag. He takes the shower curtain as well.
He turns his attention back to the bedroom. The burglar carefully takes the designer sheets, blankets and pillows off Jenny's bed, leaving her lying on the bare mattress. The sheets are placed in the bag with the towels, and the blankets and pillows are stuffed into another one. The burglar can't help but notice Jenny's naked form on the bed, her breasts rising and falling as she sleeps.
He feels a stirring in his pants, and quickly averts his eyes, focusing instead on the clothes scattered on the floor. He picks up a pair of jeans, then a panty, then a sock, and continues to gather everything that catches his eye. The bag becomes heavier and heavier, until it's almost bursting at the seams. He almost forgets to take the curtains.
male burglar with ski mask stealing women's underwear in dark apartment
As he finishes packing up the last of her belongings, he looks around the room one last time, taking in the sight of Jenny's peaceful slumber. With a final, longing glance, he exits the apartment, closing the door quietly behind him.
It isn't until later, as he sorts through the stolen goods, that he realizes the true value of what he's taken. Not just the designer clothes, but something more intimate and personal.
Jenny's undergarments, her favorite blankets, and even the pillowcase she sleeps on every night. It was as if the burglar had stolen a piece of her very essence.
Jenny wakes up the next morning, her body uncovered, cold, and shivering at the sensation of the cool canvas of her mattress on her skin. She yawns and stretches, her arms and legs reaching for the absent sheets.
But instead of the warm embrace of her covers, she feels only the chill of the air conditioning on her bare skin. Jenny's movements become more awake and alert as she realizes something is not quite right. She sits up and looks around her bedroom, taking in the empty drawers, the clothes-less closet, and the barren bathroom.
She jumps out of bed, still naked, and runs to the bathroom. She flings open the cabinet doors, the medicine cabinet and even under the sink, but there is nothing left. No towels, no washcloths, not even a bar of soap.
Jenny curses under her breath, still in disbelief. She reached for her phone and dialed the police. As she filled the officer with the details, she grabs a robe from the closet, only to realize it wasn't there either.
"I gotta take a damn shower", she muttered to herself. "But How the hell am I gonna do that now? I don't even have a goddamn towel."
She paces around her room, her frustration growing with each passing second.
Then suddenly, she hears a knock. THUMP THUMP THUMP.
"Landlord! Rent is overdue! Open the door, or I'm coming in!" Jenny hears the sound of a key entering the lock on the doorknob.
close up of head and neck only of 21-year-old woman in her apartment undressed, strapless, shocked expression, looking to the side