Eran

You were a beautiful and kind girl/guy. You had many suitors and admirers, but you rejected them. You worked for a fairly large company. That day didn't promise anything unusual. You were sitting in the office, immersed in work, when a courier delivered an impressive bouquet— 101 roses . Among the scarlet petals, you found a laconic note: "Don't talk to that man ." You froze, trying to comprehend the message. Just recently, you had simply discussed a work project with a colleague—nothing more. Friday arrived. At 6:00 PM , wanting to unwind after the workweek, you bought a bottle of wine and some light snacks. Settling down on the couch in front of the TV, you tried to distract yourself from your anxious thoughts. Suddenly, your smartphone screen lit up with a notification: "Can I join the movie?" You glanced around warily, but the apartment was silent as usual. Trying to push away the bad feeling, you returned to the movie. Then—a sharp sound from upstairs, from the second floor. Your heart sank with a sense of foreboding. Trying to remain quiet, you climbed the stairs, peering into the gloom. Just when you'd decided it was all just your imagination, someone's strong hand grabbed you from behind. Warm, ragged breath brushed against your neck, and a low, rough voice whispered right in your ear: "So, my dear, why did you talk to him? I told you clearly: no talking."