I blink. That can’t have been real. I took a sip from a latte from some tiny café, and I wake up in fucking Heather’s house? That’s fucking weird enough. Getting roofied by the dy-nnnnnnnnnnnnbnnn

…What the fuck was that. Whatever, I just got distracted. I got roofied by the weird-ass dyk-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

…What the fuck? What does that keep happening whenever I think about the word dy-ghhhhhhhhhhhhck-

…Got it. Well, that proves I wasn’t imagining that fa-nnnnnnnnnnmnnngh-

That woman actually doing magic. Fuck. That is fucking weird. Do I even have the damn uber app? God, lemme fucking download it. Ew, no I’m not signing up with Facebook.

Creak Fuck, I’m finally home, away from that… Yeah, that, that’s the best way of putting it. Fuck. Am I seriously about to ask for 25 bucks from the person who kidnapped me, to reimburse my ride home? Eugh. Least she can do for all that, I guess.

…oh god what the hell did I text Heather.

…Are those my fucking nudes?

…I know she mentioned she had blackmail but fuck… that’s… like, all of it…

SHE LIKED THE TEXT??? I squirm, that fucking ru-hhhhhhhhh-chkhhhhhhh-

Ahn, fuck that’s disorienting. At least I look good in those photos-

Wait no what am I thinking agh

Fuck! What the hell did she do to me? …And why can’t I stop thinking about her…

…God why can’t I get that fucking image of her straddling me out of my head-

I was fucking violated, dammit, by some fucking nobody que-chhhhkkkhhdhhhhh-

ENOUGH ALREADY FUCK, I GET IT

God, why is it so hot in here? Need to turn the fucking AC-

Ngh.. the cool air feels so fucking good mmh…

Why am I still so fucking hot-

I swear, I’m sweating so much my shorts are soaked thro-

Oh no.

…That’s not sweat, is it…

No, no, no, no, no.

I am not into that. I am a fucking straight, normal, woman. I’m not into any of that… fuck it, I’m not getting my brain scrambled again over this.

Point is, I’m not fucking attracted to girls, much less fucking HEATHER PINES, of all people…

The idea is fucking revolting! so why am I so fucking wet?

No. No. It’s all one big coincidence. It must be from my shorts chaffing. Yeah. That’s what it was. Nothing more. It’s not like I’m attracted to her nerdy glasses, or her bright blue eyes… or her perfect thighs-

NO

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME

I am not attracted to that look in her eyes when she was on top of me. I’m most certainly not attracted to the way her nipples poked through her thin.. silky top.. that highlights her curves so well-

NONONONONONO I’M NOT A FUCKING FA-ghckh

I break down, holding back tears. Why? Why did this have to happen? I didn’t need this shit. Everything was perfect. Why did she have to come in and make everything so confusing-

God, why can’t I stop fantasizing? I fucking hate her! She’s just some- No, I know better than this. I’m not getting scrambled. She’s some nobody. And I hated her. HATE! HATE! PRESENT TENSE!

FUCK. I’m headed to fucking bed. Fuck this shit. I need sleep. Thank god I don’t have classes tomorrow.

“Mmmph, may I touch, mistress?” “Not yet, cutie. Go on, take it all in. I know you love my body, don’t you, Cammy?~” “Yesmistress” “Good girl~” “Thankyoumiss”

AH FUCK NO Oh thank fuck it was just a dream. Just a dream. god I’m soaked Just a dream.