I hope I get raped but not murdered

I went downstairs to check my mail today and there was some latino guy in the lobby. I checked my mail and he was waiting with the door open at the elevator so I got back in and said thanks. He got in the elevator but I noticed he didn’t press a floor. I then realized he was leering at me. I could feel his hot spicy tamale breath when he asked me if I live alone and I said no. He said too bad. I got off and he watched me walk to my door so he knows where I live. I should have went to another door but I was nervous and panicking and didn’t think. I made a show of yelling out “hey” when I entered my place but I was scared. Luckily I gathered my wits, so dropped my keys just as I was opening the door, and swanned into a very low bend so my lace babydoll nightgown slid off the immense white mounds of my ass-checks and down over my back rolls, to halt around my neck. He was big and scary and I don’t like to fight. Do you think he’ll become a solution to my quarantine problem? What should I do?