After such a long day, I was exhausted. The moment my head hit the pillow, I passed out.

Suddenly, in my sleep, I felt something wet moving across my lips, accompanied by the strong smell of alcohol. This feeling was disturbingly familiar...

I jolted awake to find a dark figure looming over me, drunkenly trying to kiss me. It was Tom.

Once I realized what was happening, I started fighting back hard, pushing against his chest with all my strength, but he was too strong.

I kicked and struggled desperately, even managing to slap him a few times.

But my resistance only seemed to make him more aggressive.

Panicking, I used all my strength to fight back. I must have hit him where it hurts because he suddenly let out a howl of pain and rolled over, clutching his groin.

"Tom, what the hell are you doing?!"

Seeing him temporarily incapacitated, I quickly grabbed my pepper spray from the nightstand and sprayed it right in his face, using up half the can.

Only when he completely stopped moving did I finally catch my breath.

Something wasn't right about all this. Both my sister and Tom were acting strange, and I needed answers.

I found some rope and tied him to a chair, then threw a bucket of cold water on him.

That woke him up instantly.

I stood there with my arms crossed, staring him down.

"First you show up drunk at my door, then you try to assault me. What's going on?"

Tom hung his head, avoiding my eyes, lips tightly sealed.

Clearly, he wasn't going to talk easily.

Time to play hardball.

"I have security cameras. Either you tell me what's going on, or I'm calling the police. Your choice."

That got to him - he definitely didn't want this to become a police matter.

Seeing him waver, I pushed harder.

"Well? Should we let the police help refresh your memory?"

He finally broke, cutting me off.