the seat under her was cold.
her head heavy and eyes blinking groggily against the bright lights shining down on her. golden pupils trying to focus on the broude white shapes she could barely make out.
why was her head spinning? her jaw aching.
"__you're awake? finally! gh- you sleep like a rock__"
what was that grating nasally droning? a man? no...more like a lanky weasel that made her skin crawl like cold sweat on a lizard back just being in the same room.
adjusting the orange tinted glasses that sat crooked on his nose, greasy hair hanging down into his face hiding that pimple marked forehead, braces tight across coffee stained teeth, chapped lips that where only wettened with his tounge swiping across them.
the sound of medical gloves snapping against pale skin brought her eyes down.
down? why was she reclining?
"__shhhhh, don't stain now. I need you to save your voice__"
swallowing around the tube in her throat, the feeling not unlike a dick that was being far too overzealous to get down to her lungs...lips wrapped around the spider like gag that clung to her jaw keeping the thick rubber down her throat.
staining and struggling against the smoother metal, her wrists flexing and staining against tight restraints, mechanical humming rumbling under her as the chair further reclined back till she was laying flat with her legs still propped up at 90 decrees strapped down into that sat position.
"__you are stunning, but you knew that already. everyone does. you don't hide it. flaunting yourself all over those billboards for anyone to see__"
stepping forward to ramble on, taking the lead in this onsided convosation with the struggling muffled heroin. leaning forwards using her legs to brace himself, letting them trail across brown pleather boots up towards pink sheer stockings that clung to her thicker thighs.
latex gloves dragging up her body like he owned it, almost stoking her like an animal, the heavy breathing he was fanning above her made her nose wrinkle in disgust. bending at the hips to position himself between her legs, bent over her prone form like bad missionary.
"__i bet you love all the attention, but you're empty inside, well...rarely I'm sure.__"
"__you'd be so much happier if you just came down to earth, stop living on cloud nine, find yourself a nice guy? I'm a nice guy...I'd love you, crave you, make you scream__"
his tone only getting heavier, his breathing almost laboured as if he'd run a marathon, the incel practically salivating, licking across his lips to collect the thickening arousal that pooled inside his cheeks.
touching her. he was touching her, she was so soft....so much softer then he hoped for, cold gloves met warm thighs that tensed under his touch, flexing muscles that recoiled in fear.