The Break-In: The masked burglar is back
By the Masked Writer
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Dani had just finished another hectic day at work. As a plus-size model and influencer, she was used to long days, posing for photoshoots, recording Youtube videos and attending brand meetings. But tonight, she had enough and wanted a rest. At 5 ft 9, with a pear-shaped body that many admired for its soft curves, Dani was confident in her size. Her brownish-blond hair and bright green eyes always garnered attention, and she had worked hard to embrace her body despite what she admitted were its imperfections. Her 230-pound frame carried most of its weight in her lower half, with her legs, thighs, and hips filling out the curves, while her belly and arms carried their share of softness. Her small bust and the cellulite that clung to her thighs didn’t bother her—, most of the time. Not tonight, at least.
“Time to unwind,” she muttered to herself, as she walked into her apartment and tossed her purse on the counter. The scent of vanilla candles filled the air, soothing her mind. With a satisfied sigh, Dani kicked off her shoes, feeling the soft carpet under her bare feet as she made her way toward the bathroom. She undressed as she walked, throwing her clothes around on the floor and the furniture.
Nude, she entered the shower and let the hot water massage her ample curves and soft flesh, washing her skin of the day’s sweat.
After a long, relaxing shower, she wrapped herself in a plush pink towel, feeling the hot water's warmth still radiating from her skin. She paused in front of the mirror, taking a moment to look at herself. Her reflection was one of confidence—she’d worked hard to be proud of her curves. She could see that her stomach jiggled slightly as she moved, that her arms were soft, and that her thighs showed their signature dimples, but she stood tall and unapologetic. Tonight, she felt strong. No one could tear her down. Not after everything she’d achieved.
As she stepped back into her bedroom, her mind already drifting to a quiet evening with a glass of wine and some YouTube videos, something stopped her in her tracks. A noise. A faint rustle. At first, she thought it might be the cat, mischievously knocking something over in the kitchen. But then, the sound came again closer this time, like a soft footstep.
Dani’s heart skipped a beat. Someone was here.
She suddenly ignored anything else, her gaze darting toward the hallway. Silence but she was certain she heard something. A prickling sensation ran down her spine. She stepped quietly toward the living room, and then she froze.
There, by the open window, stood a woman. She was small, about 5 ft 4, wearing a form-fitting black leotard and a mask that hid her face. She was already rummaging through the kitchen, moving with the kind of practiced ease Dani could only dream of. A burglar.
For a brief moment, Dani’s heart raced, but her thoughts quickly turned to action. She was no stranger to confrontation, even if not usually physical. After all, she’d built a career out of showing the world that she was unapologetically herself—confident, strong, and capable.
“Hey!” Dani’s voice rang out, confident and commanding. She planted her feet on the floor, hands on her hips, trying to keep the towel securely around her body. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you need to leave. Now.”
The burglar turned, and for a moment, her eyes—dark and cold—locked onto Dani’s. Then, the woman smirked beneath her mask.
“Well, well,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “Looks like the big girl’s got something to say. What are you gonna do? Stop me?”
Dani’s pulse quickened, but she stood firm. She had no intention of letting this woman get away with robbing her. She had some fight in her, and she was ready to use it. The burglar’s smug expression only fueled Dani’s resolve.
“Yeah, I do,” Dani said, feeling a surge of adrenaline. She was going to protect her home. She had never fought in her life, but her sheer bulk gave her confidence in front of what she saw as a “skinny girl.”
But before she could take a step forward, the burglar lunged at her with a speed that caught Dani completely off-guard. The woman’s hand shot out, easily knocking the hairbrush Dani had grabbed for self-defence out of her hand. The force, as well as the surprise, sent Dani stumbling back, nearly losing her balance.
“What’s the matter, fat girl? That all you’ve got?” The burglar taunted, her voice thick with ridicule.
Dani’s confidence began to falter. The woman was much smaller than her, yet she moved like a predator. Dani’s stomach twisted with a growing sense of fear. She had been so sure that her strength and determination would be enough to handle the situation, but her confidence was quickly melting away. This woman wasn’t just a thief; she was obviously a trained fighter, and Dani—despite her body’s curves and strength in other areas—wasn’t prepared for a fight like this.
The burglar, taking advantage of Dani’s hesitation, quickly grabbed her wrist and, in one nimble move, twisted it behind her back. Dani cried out in pain as the pressure forced her down to her knees. She gasped for breath, struggling to free herself, but the burglar’s grip was like iron.
“You really don’t know what you’re doing, do you?” the burglar sneered. “You can’t even fight. You’re just soft. Look at you. All that fluff and nothing to back it up.”
Dani’s face burned with humiliation as the woman yanked her to her feet and shoved her back against the wall. Dani tried to free herself, to push back but her body was already getting sore from the struggle, her muscles straining with each failed attempt to escape. The air in the room felt thick, and her pulse hammered in her ears. With a mocking smile, the burglar released her grip and took a step back.
“Com’on, fat girl, show me something!” she sneered.
Dani’s confidence was slipping away, replaced by raw fear. The burglar wasn’t just overpowering her physically; she was breaking her spirit as well. Dani’s mind raced, but her body felt heavy, flabby, clumsy, and useless. She tried again, throwing an awkward punch, but the burglar dodged it effortlessly, laughing cruelly as she stepped around Dani like a panther would around a sheep.
“Come on, give me a real challenge,” the burglar mocked, her voice dripping with sadistic glee. “You’re practically begging for this.” Dani rushed forward and tried to tackle the burglar who dodged her easily and sent a quick knee into Dani’s soft stomach. The model doubled over in pain. The burglar laughed and said:
- “I felt like I was hitting a feather pillow. You are pathetic.”
Enraged Dani tried to grab the masked woman again, again missing by a mile. The burglar sends a left hook into Dani’s well-padded ribs, making her wince a step back clumsily. Her bare feet slipped on the floor, and she fell on her ample buttock. Making the burglar laugh again. Dani got back on her feet, awkwardly but as quickly as she could. Her awkward movements, which made her soft flesh tremble, made the burglar laugh again.
- “You are quite a show.” She mocked.
A sickening fear washed over Dani as she realized the woman was enjoying this—enjoying the way her body was failing her. Each cruel strike made her feel more powerless, more humiliated. Her belly, her arms, her thighs—they all jiggled and wobbled as the burglar hit her repeatedly, each movement a painful reminder that Dani’s strength had limits. The masked woman suddenly pulled on the towel Dani had wrapped around herself and brutally stripped her naked, throwing the towel behind her back. But Dani could not care less about prudery right now.
- “What a mass of lard!” said the masked woman.
Dani, enraged but out of breath and sweating, tried again to strike the masked woman, to no avail.
She felt she could not go on like this for long. Her forces were waning, and she could hardly stand up. Her arms felt heavy as lead.
The burglar went on the offensive. She slapped Dani on her buttock, kicked her behind the knee, making her stumble, kidney punched her, slapped in the face, always laughing. Tears were filling Dani’s eyes, and she could hardly see anything. She only felt the pain of the blows and hear the mockeries of the masked woman.
“Stop!” Dani gasped, finally too exhausted and too terrified to even try to fight back.
The burglar didn’t stop. A swift kick to her side left Dani gasping for breath, her body slamming painfully into the floor.
“Not so tough now, are you?” the burglar taunted. “What a wimp!”
Dani lay there, trembling, unable to move. Her body was sore, bruised, and broken. The woman stepped over her with casual ease, collecting Dani’s valuables as though nothing had happened. Dani heard the noises but did not dare to look, keeping her face against the cold floor.
When the burglar finished, she stood over Dani, her mask tilting as she looked down at the defeated woman.
“You know, I’ll be sure to tell my friends about you,” the burglar said with a smirk. “Such an easy target.”
And with that, she left—leaving Dani humiliated, terrified, and utterly powerless. The door clicked shut behind the burglar, and for a long moment, Dani stayed on the floor, too afraid and tired to move. Her body ached, her spirit was shattered, and she didn’t know how to face the world, let alone herself, after this. Her convulsive sobs made her flesh tremble all over her body.
Dani lay still on the floor, her body aching, her heart thundering in her chest. The room felt eerily quiet now that the burglar was gone. The silence hung heavily, almost suffocating. Every muscle in her body screamed in protest, but it wasn’t just physical pain—it was humiliation, the bitter sting of being powerless.
She could barely bring herself to move. Every breath felt like a struggle, as if even the air was too thick for her lungs to handle. The woman’s words echoed in her mind, each one like a knife twisted into her confidence. “Too slow. Too soft. What a wimp!”
The truth of it hit her harder than any of the blows the burglar had delivered. Dani wasn’t the strong, confident woman she pretended to be when she posted her glamorous photos online. In that moment, she just a scared, broken shell, lying in the wreckage of her own home.
The tears that escaped her eyes felt like a concession, an admission of how deeply she had been crushed.
It took what felt like hours for Dani to finally move, her limbs trembling with exhaustion as she dragged herself up to sitting. Every inch of her body hurt—her side where the burglar’s kick had landed, her wrist where it had been twisted, her back where it had hit the wall. She winced as she looked around, noticing the mess left behind—the drawers pulled open, her jewelry scattered on the floor, her purse missing.
Dani managed to push herself to her feet, each step feeling like an uphill battle. She staggered to the kitchen, leaning heavily against the counter as she caught her breath. Her phone, forgotten on the counter, buzzed again, but Dani couldn’t bring herself to check it. She didn’t want to talk to anyone, didn’t want anyone to see her like this—weak, helpless.
She finally made her way to the door, glancing out into the hallway to make sure the burglar was really gone. The apartment felt so empty now, every corner a reminder of what had just happened. Dani felt small, exposed, and the world outside seemed just as frightening as the one within.
She sank down onto the couch, curling her legs up beneath her, trying to wrap her mind around what had just occurred. She could still hear the mocking tone of the burglar’s voice, the cruel laugh ringing in her ears.
Dani’s hand trembled as she reached for the glass of wine she had left on the coffee table, but her fingers faltered. She felt an overwhelming urge to crumble, to break down completely, but somehow, she kept it together.
She closed her eyes, taking deep, steadying breaths, willing herself to regain some semblance of control. But no matter how hard she tried, the image of the burglar’s cruel smirk haunted her.
The End
