Status: On hold
Infection
.3
“Hey,” he whispers into her ear, wrapping his arms around her waist. They’re somewhere alone but she can’t seem to think of anything past his voice and his arms and his body pressed against her. She smiles naively.
But then she feels him rub against her, his erection hard and painfully obvious as it presses awkwardly into her back. She bites her lip and elbows her way out of his embrace, turning to face him with nervousness charging in her skeleton.
That’s when she realises there’s only a wall behind her, exactly at the same moment he shoves her into it. All she can feel is the weight of his body against hers, his breath heavy and warm, his hands tightening around her waist. “Stop,” she mouths, wriggling and squirming, ants crawling all over her skin.
Everything is startling clear as he spreads his fingers over her breast through a thin, thin shirt, and dips his lips onto her neck. She can still feel him hot against her stomach.
“Stop,” she mouths, and she wakes up with eyes wide open in fear and disgust and horror.
But then she feels him rub against her, his erection hard and painfully obvious as it presses awkwardly into her back. She bites her lip and elbows her way out of his embrace, turning to face him with nervousness charging in her skeleton.
That’s when she realises there’s only a wall behind her, exactly at the same moment he shoves her into it. All she can feel is the weight of his body against hers, his breath heavy and warm, his hands tightening around her waist. “Stop,” she mouths, wriggling and squirming, ants crawling all over her skin.
Everything is startling clear as he spreads his fingers over her breast through a thin, thin shirt, and dips his lips onto her neck. She can still feel him hot against her stomach.
“Stop,” she mouths, and she wakes up with eyes wide open in fear and disgust and horror.