"Ooh, what could it be?" I say, opening the box and peering inside. I reach inside and pull out a magnificent little marble statue of a Persian, gleaming white. I look in the box to see if there is anything else among the tissue paper put there to protect the statue, and see a little envelope lying on the bottom of the box. I reach in, pulling it out and ripping it open, pulling the letter out and reading it.

Dear Sasha: I was in a little african village today and saw this, and immediately thought of you, since you love cats so much. I hope you like it. From: Your friend, Jenna.

"Aww, how thoughtful. I can't believe she got this for me. It's so beautiful." I'm Sasha Young, 23 year old secretary. I have Blonde hair, and green eyes. My best friend in the world, Jenna, is in Africa helping to feed the hungry villages there. I take the little statue, placing it on the table in the living room, facing the television. "Such an adorable little statue, really goes well in my living room."
I yawn, as my job working for the local law firm is really tiring, and decide to go to bed. I walk down the hallway, passing the bathroom, realizing I had to go. I go in, closing the door behind me. I know I'm alone, but it is something I have always done. I pull my pants down, along with my underwear and sit on the toilet. A few seconds later, and the sound of urine hitting the water can be heard. The stream slowly tapers off, coming to a stop. I grab a piece of toilet paper, reaching under and wiping the drops of moisture still on my lips off, dropping the paper into the water and flushing, pulling my pants up and heading to my room. I go into my room, pulling off my pants and my shirt, dropping them into the laundry basket I keep next to the door, going to my dresser and pulling out my pajamas, I walk over and sit on the bed, unhooking my bra and taking it off. I toss that into the basket, adding it to my shirt and pants.
I pick up the pajamas on the bed next to me, slipping them on and walking around the bed, stopping at my clock and setting the alarm to wake me up in the morning. I reach over, turning the lamp off beside my bed, then sliding under the covers. I toss and turn under my covers, trying to get to sleep, when finally sleep wraps it's misty arms around me, dragging me into dreamland.
I'm awoken suddenly by a loud crash coming from the living room. I jump as silently as I can out of bed, reaching under the bed and pulling out the metal baseball bat I keep there for just such a situation. I tiptoe quietly down the hall, heading towards where I think the noise came from, raising the bat above my head, getting ready to hit anyone I see with it. I step into the living room, and don't see anyone, looking around to see if anything is moved or missing, but it's all where I left it. I search the house, but don't see anything wrong anywhere. I go back to bed, stashing the bat back where I originally had it, and get back in bed, going to sleep. What I failed to notice, was that the Persion statue was facing the opposite direction.

*Beep beep beep beep*

I reach over, slamming my hand down on the clock, turning off the alarm and sit up, stretching and yawning. I get out of bed, stripping off my clothes, grabbing a pair of underwear and a bra from my drawer, heading into the bathroom. I turn on the shower, putting my stuff down next to the towel I keep there, waiting for the water to turn hot. After the water starts running hot, I get in, taking my morning shower, washing away yesterday's grime and filth from my body, sending it down the drain. After I get done with my shower, I get out, drying off with my towel and slipping on my underwear. I toss my towel into the hamper, then I go to the sink, and brush my hair after blasting it with a hair dryer, before heading back to my room. I get back into my room, going to my dresser and finding an outfit for work, then pulling it on. I walk out to the living room, grabbing my keys and going out to the car, getting in and going to work.

*later that day*

I pull into the driveway, turning off the engine and climbing out of the car, dragging myself into the house after the hard day of work. All that typing, and running around the office, I don't get a break all day except for the half hour of lunch I get. I walk slowly to my room, changing out of my clothes and into something more comfortable. I walk into the living room, falling onto the couch and turning the television on, seeing if there is anything worth watching. I look over, and notice the statue is facing me.
"What the heck? Didn't I face you the other way?" I reach over, turning it back around to face the other direction. I watch t.v. for a couple hours, before going into the kitchen and cooking dinner. After I finish cooking, I go into the living room to eat, sitting back on the couch to watch t.v. I glance over slightly, and realize the statue is gone!

I almost drop my plate in shock, putting it on the table and looking for the statue, thinking I might have knocked it off somehow. I search under the table, but see nothing, getting up to check around the couch. I walk behind the couch, looking there, but finding nothing. I search all around the table and couch, but can't find any sign of it anywhere. I get ready to go back to my dinner, and give up the search, when I hear a noise come from my bedroom.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" No answer. Of course not, there never is. I walk slowly towards my bedroom, pushing open the door with a slight creak, peering inside. I look in, and see a Persian sitting on my bed, staring at me. "Oh, hello there. How did you get in here? Are you lost?" It doesn't answer me, why would it, but instead gets off my bed, pawing over to me and rubbing itself against my leg and purring. I reach down and pet it gingerly, wondering who it belongs to.
I look around for some way that it could have gotten in, when it jumps up on me, shoving me to the ground, where I lay on my back, and it puts all it's weight on me, keeping me from moving. "Hey! Get of me you stupid cat!" It just stares at me, not doing anything. I try to struggle, attempting to push him off, but it's just too big to move. It lays down on me, putting more weight on me, and reaching back with it's paws, not letting me get up, ripping my shorts to shreds with it's claws, leaving little red lines on my body where it cut me, and I scream in pain at the claws scratching me.

My shorts in tatters, it bats away the cloth, revealing my slit, the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair sitting above it, and it, or should I say he, starts rubbing his erection against my nether lips, and I start trembling in fear, knowing what is bound to come next. He is leaking pre already, smearing it all over my slit, as he starts jabbing at my pussy with it.
"No! Please! Don't do this!" He looks down at me and growls, spreading my legs as best as he can with his hind legs, finding my hole and plunging in. I scream in pain from the abrupt penetration, and he starts fucking me harder than I've ever been fucked in my life. He doesn't slow down at all, plunging in and ouf of my pussy, his pre leaking into my hole and lessening the pain. He growls loudly, starting to thrust faster than he did before, my hole red and sore now from the rough penetration, too hard for me to enjoy any of it, when his growls get louder, and he plunges himself into my cunt, hilting himself. He gives a growl loud enough to almost be considered a roar, and cums inside me, filling me up, an endless amount of it as minutes pass, and he is still cumming, flooding my pussy over and over again, all of it leaking out and pooling between my legs. He pulls out of me, and I gasp from his rod leaving my gaping hole, passing out.

*The next morning*

I wake up in the morning, groggy and tired, not remembering what happened last night, until I look down, seeing my red, cut legs, the shorts in tatters, and the huge puddle of cum on the floor, seeping into the carpet, mostly completely dry by now, and I jump up, hurriedly getting dressed, not even bothering to clean up the cum on my legs and pussy. I rush out of my bedroom, stopping and staring at the marble statue of a Persian sitting on my living room coffee table. I rush over, grabbing it and throwing it into the box I got it in, taking it out to my car and jumping in. I start the car, and drive as fast as I can to the nearest pawn shop, stopping outside, grabbing the box and running inside, opening the door and rushing inside. I hurry up to the counter, dropping the box on the counter, the clerk walking over to me. "How can I help you miss?"
"I want to sell this statue, as fast as I can." I say, taking it out of the box and placing it on the counter. "I don't care how much I get for it, I want it gone."
"Well, how does 10 bucks sound?"
"Deal."
"Ok then, wait here while I go get the money." He goes to get the money, and I stare worriedly at the statue, wondering if it was going to come to life right then. He comes back over, handing me the money and picking up the statue. I take the money and leave, hoping to never see it again.
"I wonder what that was all about?" He says, picking up the statue and taking it to a shelf, placing it on the shelf gently among the other small statues and figurines.