𖤐 𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 open/𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥.

𖤐 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘦, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘖𝘧 𝘜𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘖𝘧 𝘋𝘶𝘵𝘺.

𖤐 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘢, 𝘈𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢, 𝘝𝘪, 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢, 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘰𝘯!

𖤐 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘖𝘧 𝘜𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘌𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 + 𝘈𝘣𝘣𝘺!

𖤐 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘖𝘧 𝘋𝘶𝘵𝘺: 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯, 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘦, 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺, 𝘒𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨, 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢, 𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘦.

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘵, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺.

𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳: 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘔𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘊𝘕𝘊 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥.

⋆♱ 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘦 & 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘖𝘧 𝘜𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

⋆♱ 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘖𝘧 𝘋𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

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For an embarrassingly long time you rejected her, always turning down her advances despite knowing what she did to you that very first night... and how much you enjoyed it. The past two months though you stayed, having nowhere else to go this was your best option and yet despite her crude remarks and musky scent -which never went away even when she showered in dingy motel rooms- you stayed.

"One room, double bed." The clerk at the desk of said dusty, dingy motel just off the highway barely lifts his head as he grabs a room key and takes Sevika's money.

"Upstairs, last door on the left." Taking the key she swings it around her finger before grabbing your hand and practically dragging you up the stairs- which she takes two at a time. If you were being kidnapped or held against your will that clerk would have zero clue. Terrible customer service. "Looks like you're sharin' with me dollface."

"I told you to stop calling me that." With exaggerated annoyance you rip your hand from hers, trying to prove the point that you still 'didn't like her'. Even though Sevika has climbed into that sleeper and used your body while your 'asleep' multiple times and you never stop her.

"Why would I stop? Your face gets all scrunchy when I do. It's adorable."

"My face does not get 'scrunchy' thank you very much!!"

"Tell that to your nose. Right now. It's all srunched up and adorable... like a feisty mouse." Just to prove her point Sevika boops your nose. This huge, 6ft something tall, intimidating yet kind of soft, infuriating woman just booped your nose.

"I- you-"

"Feisty mouse." She grins, unlocking the door and ushering you out of the hallway and into the room.

It was going to be a long night, you knew that purely from the way the lights flickered, the bed looked like it was wobbling on one leg and the wallpaper was stained with... something. "This place is gross."

"Beggars can't be choosers, dollface." Your head whips around to tell her off for calling you that but the shit eating grin on her face says it all. She knows exactly what she's doing and nothing you do will stop her.

Yeah. A long, very long night this would be.

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That bed that looked like it was about to break? Now it felt like it was about to break too. With your face pressed into the sheets -which your positive hadn't been washed- Sevika plows into you from behind, one hand fisted in your hair at the scalp with her other free hand on your hip squeezing and kneading the flesh there. "Jesus christ you always feel so good doll..."

Sevika had showered first, leaving you to only get half of a shower before the water ran cold, leaving you freezing- nipples rock hard and body shivering. Was it Sevika's plan so that she could help 'warm you up'? Sure. Did it work? Absolutely.

The obscene 'plap plap plap' of her pelvis hitting the soft flesh of your cheeks with each thrust bounces off the walls, the paper thin walls which almost guarantees that anyone in adjoining rooms could hear you. "S-sevika not so h-hard..." weakly your hands push at her lower stomach, trying to calm her thrusts or slow her down but it's no use she's a well oiled machine from having you around so much- you made the monster now you have to deal with it.

"None 'a that dollface-" her grunts grow huskier, deeper as her hips continue to plow her thick, girthy cock into your cunt which is absolutely betraying you with how sloppy it is and how you tighten around her each time she hits that spot.

Gripping your wrists with one hand Sevika pins them to your lower back rendering you useless, unable to do anything but take it now. Every pump of her hips encourages the already-squeaky bed legs to creak and shake under the weight of both of you and the rapid movement, threatening to collapse beneath you. Sevika is too blissed out in your cunt to care, reveling in the way you walls grip her cock like a velvet sleeve and you're far too gone to be worrying about it- drool forming at the corner of your permanently open mouth, staining the already questionable bedspread.

"Best ah- best fucking pussy I've ever felt." Her hand tightens around your wrist as she grows closer to her orgasm, embarrassingly quickly. Despite having you around for a few weeks and taking what she needs when she needs it Sevika still isn't used to having such a pretty thing available whenever she needs it. For years she's sat alone fucking her grease stained fist for a mediocre release out of necessity.

You were heaven. Sevika's heaven. And there was no chance she was letting you go anytime soon.

Every thrust, every creak of the bed leg only fuels Sevika's feral need for you. There's something about you -young, pretty, so fucking willing- that gets her off like nobody has before. Younger and in her prime she had no trouble with women though growing older and being out on the road put a pin in that... until you came along like an angel sent from the heavens above.

"Gonna fill you up doll... god this pussy is fuckin' perfect..." her moans and groans mingle with your own whines and cries of pleasure as her hips stutter, pace faltering as she finally lets go, releasing the pent up frustration from the past couple of days directly into your warm, open and willing womb.

Feeling the spread of warmth seep into your tummy your body betrays you and you finally allow yourself to let go- to stop holding back and pretending you don't like what she does to you. Pulsing and tightening around her invading shaft your cunt pulses and milks her cock unknowingly making Sevika cum again still buried deep inside. "Jesus christ dollface... keep doin' that and I'll never let you go."

Staying buried deep Sevika manhandles you so that you're both lay down, her spooning you from behind, pressing soft, unexpected kisses to your sweaty skin. "You... weren't going to let me go... anyway." You feel the curve of her lips against you back, confirming your statement without a word.

"No. It's far too lonely out here without you, doll. Need my girl to keep me entertained."

She stood near the sandbox, tall enough to stand out even in a crowd. Dark hair swept back, one arm folded across her chest while the other a sleek, mechanical, unmistakably well-engineered prosthetic hung stiffly at her side. A little boy darted circles around her legs, laughing to himself as he searched the ground for...something.

Sevika had broken bones without flinching. Given birth with zero pain meds. But walking over to say hello to you, an attractive stranger?

Impossible.

"You're ridiculous," she muttered under her breath. Her son, Billy, looked up.

"What?"

Sevika shook her head, rubbing a calloused hand overher jaw. "Nothin' kid."

"You talkin' to yourself again mama!"

"...No."

Billy gave her a suspicious look, his little brows wrinkling the exact same way Sevika's do before wandering off again.

She hadn't expected this. One glance across the park, and there you were reading beneath the shade of an old oak tree, smiling faintly at something on the page. Peaceful. Comfortable. The kind of person who made the world seem quieter just by existing.

She'd felt something twist unexpectedly in her chest. Now every attempt to introduce herself dissolved before it reached her mouth.

"Hi." Too short.

"Mind if I sit?" Too forward.

"My name's-" No.

She rubbed the back of her neck. This was pathetic. A 40 year old woman and she couldn't even find the guts to say hi to a prettything like you...

Before she could force herself to move—

"Mama!" Her little boy sprinted past. "...Wait."

It was too late. In the spur of the moment Billy changes direction and he was charging directly toward you with all the unstoppable determination only a six-year-old possessed.

You looked up just in time to see him skid to a stop right in front of you. "Hi!"

"Hello there." You greet the little boy with a friendly, warm smile.

"I got wormies!" Without waiting for permission, he proudly thrust a glass jar into your hands. Inside were several earthworms wriggling happily through damp soil.

"...Those are impressive wormies." You nod with a... hesitant smile.

His grin stretched ear to ear. "I found five!"

"Five?" You rest your arms on your knees, looking at the jar with intent interest.

"And this one's the biggest." He pointed enthusiastically to the fattest worm of the five, wriggling around the jar edge. "I think he's the daddy."

You leaned closer with genuine curiosity. "He could be, looks like it huh?"

"I named him Noodles."

"Excellent name."

From several steps away, Sevika closed her eyes. "I'm going to dissolve into the ground." She muttered and despite her mild annoyance and rising anxiety in her chest... She finally forced herself over.

"Billy." Sevika stood there, imposing as always, arms folded over her chest.

He looked up, his brows farrowing like her with annoyance that his mama had the audacity to interrupt his worm conversation. "What?"

"You don't run up to strangers." She gestures to you- without making eye contact.

"But she's nice! She thinks Noodles is the daddy worm too!" He said it with absolute certainty, that it was a fact you were nice. Not an opinion, not a suggestion. A fact.

You looked between them, noticing how alike the two were. From a mile away you could tell he was her kid. "I hope that's not causing trouble."

Sevika rubbed her greying temple, a habit she really has gotten into since being a mother. "No." A beat passed. Then another. She realized you were waiting. "...Sorry."

"It's okay, I get it."

Sevika sighs, finally meeting your eyes. "He gets excited. Likes to make friends and doesn’t have no sense of stranger danger at all- not that you're a danger or anything..."

"I can see that, he's very sociable, I'm assuming you're not the same way." You give her a small smirk, one that makes Sevika's heart rate pick up a few beats too fast.

Then Billy tugs your sleeve, trying to pull your attention away from his mama. He found you first, you were his new friend first. Wanna see where I found 'em?"

Sevika sighed, rubbing her jaw again. "Buddy."

"What?"

"Give people a chance to answer before dragging them across the park."

"Oh." He cconsideredit, thinking about why he would need to ask, but he agrees anyhow. "...Okay." Billy looked at you again, tugging lightly on your sleeve. If anyone could say no to that face they must be evil. He was too damn cute for his own good. "So... you wanna? We can find new wormies."

"I'd love to."

Sevika knew right then and there that maybe, just maybe she'd fallen in love with you. At first sight? Possibly. But the way you handled Billy and his... enthusiasm so naturally was endearing and she knew if he was to ever have a second mama... she wanted it to be you.

Nowadays she was little rough though that's the way she likes it and with everything she does for you, you don't want to complain if she pulls your hair to hard or spanks you hard enough to bruise. The small, hidden smiles that twitch at her lips the next day are always missed by you. She finds enjoyment watching you struggle to sit, never complaining about it.

Small, circular scars littered your forearms where Sevika puts out her cigarettes. She doesn't do it often, only when she's too tired to get put of bed to retrieve the ashtray. At first you offered to get up and get it for her, though she enjoyed cuddling you in bed way too much to let you up so she'd put it out on your skin. The next morning she'd always clean it up though and apologise, it was sweet how much she cared.

The Last Drop was off limits now too, it was too dangerous for you. That's what Sevika told you and you believed it, all she had ever done was to protect you. All those people she's punched and beaten, all those hits she's taken to save you. You owe it to her to listen, to keep safe.

Sevika prefers you at home, alone. 'Safe'. It makes her job a hell of a lot easier. Silco has been trying to get to your father for years, and now with you out of the picture and not hovering because you're too busy keeping yourself safe and Sevika happy it's easier for him to get to your father.

By the time Silco had what he needed and had killed your father, Sevika was bored. Bored with you and your mousey face. So she left, by the time you got home her things were gone from your apartment. When you tried to reach out to your friends they wouldn't answer, or if they did they didn't want to hear it- you'd ditched them, stopped hanging out with them for Sevika.

And now you were all alone.

"It's here again?" The sigh that huffs from Ambessa isn't one of annoyance, it's more of acceptance of the situation.

"I'm a she, not an it thank you very much." Sevika quips back quickly. Ever since you met Sevika, her and your wife always bickered and swapped insults. Genuinely they acted like they were the ones that were married, not you and Ambessa.

Dates nights were booked for three because Ambessa knew Sevika would tag along or simply show up, claiming she was bored and lonely and that if Ambessa wanted to steal her only friend she had to steal them both.

For somebody usually so stotic and smart, Sevika couldn't hide her crush to save her life. Watching her scramble for excuse after excuse was painful, though adorable.

"Are you okay with it watching the movie with us, dear?" As soon as Ambessa settles beside you on the couch you move to snuggle into her side, nodding against her chest.

"Yeah she can stay, I don't mind." Sevika watches the two of you with quiet envy, silently wishing it was her in Ambessa's arms. Wishing she was the one being held.

"It's a pity. I was planning on not actually watching this movie..." when Ambessa grips your thigh and hikes it up over her lap, the hardness in her crotch area is undeniable. She was planning on fucking you tonight.

Your wife never bothered to hide her desire and need for you, not infront of anybody. Sevika's jaw was tight, clenched so hard her teeth could chip as she watched on, longing to be the one Ambessa was whispering dirty things too...

"We could always give Sevika a show?" As you suggest the outlandish idea you trace shapes on bessa's abs, softening her up. "You know she's dying to see you in action, Bes."

A small thoughtful hum vibrates against you cheek as Ambessa agrees. "She does have an adorable little crush on me, doesn't she?"

During this whole conversation Sevima sat there silently, defiantly, fists clenched into balls as her cheeks flushed an undeniable shade of red.

"Definitely." You giggle quietly, kissing her cheek before dragging your lips to her ear. "Maybe you should show her what it's like to be owned by you..."

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"Come on now, open up for me. No acting shy now, love." From the couch you watch your wife practically haul Sevika onto her lap like she weighs nothing, which only makes it more arousing because Sevika isn't small and dainty, she's big and broad- just like your wife.

"I don't- this isn't-"

With a hand around Sevika's neck, she turn her head to the side to gain eye contact and control effortlessly. "If I check your panties you're telling me you won't be wet love? Should we check?" Immediately Sevika shakes her head weakly, submitting so easily.

Ambessa takes her time with Sevika kissing and nipping at her shoulder and neck until she finds that sweet spot that makes her shiver and whine needily. "There it is..."

As her mouth works Sevika's neck, marking her up her large hand work deftly to undress Sevika, all while you watch from the opposite couch, t-shirt first then her bra. Somehow you'd expected more of a fight from Sevika, though she was practically putty in your wife's hands. From her posture you could tell she was relaxed, slumped slightly and wiggling around in her lap with need.

Toying and pulling her nipples cruelly Ambessa earns herself a pathetic little whine from Sevika. "Please... please..."

"Please what love? Tell me what you want, what you need." Her hands slide down her chest, fingers brushing over the hardened nipples, sensitive to the touch from being played with until her hands reach her pant buttons.

"Maybe she needs some encouragement, bes." Sliding off the couch you crawl over to the opposite couch, pulling off her pants as Ambessa's hands return to Sevika's chest.

"Of course she does, brat couldn't behave if she tried." The sharp crack of bessa's hand connecting with Sevika's breast echoes through the room, a small almost pleasured sigh falling from Sevika's lips. So she does it again, and again, alternating between left and right.

As Ambessa punishes Sevika for not using her words, you pull her panties down her legs, offering them to your wife like a trophy. "You called it, baby. Utterly drenched."

Sevika flushes as Ambessa holds them up infront of her face, the stench of her arousal filling the room- there was absolutely no chance neither of you could smell them. "Not my fault you're both... weirdly kinky."

"Oh so... it's our fault hm? Help me out love, my hands are a little... preoccupied." Without a word you reach under Sevika to unbuckle her pants and pull them down, Ambessa's own excitement springing free and slapping against Sevika's heat.

"Think she can take it all bes? You've always been huge." Both women groan as you drag your tongue along them, sharing your tongue between Ambessa's cock and through Sevika's sopping folds.

"She will, I'll make it fit. You keep her nice and relaxed for me baby." With your hands you help line Ambessa up with Sevika's entrance then let her take over. Lapping at her clit, Sevika relaxes as bessa slides in, her girth splitting her opwn wider than ever before. "Ohhh my fucking god-"

The dual sensation of you both pleasuring her was something she never thought possible, let alone at the same time like this- and your wife was no less shocked, the feel of your tongue dragging along the underside vein of her cock each time she pulled out only to thrust back up harder was intoxicating.

The mixed taste of pre and Sevika's slick was moreish, you couldn't get enough. Each lick, lap and swirl of your tongue grew with eagerness, drinking down the evidence of arousal from them both.

Seeing Sevika between you two, falling apart and whining like a little bitch was getting Ambessa off, you would know. Her thrusts were already falter in pace, not speed though she was chasing that release. Everytime your tongue dragged over her clit, Sevika would tighten around her shaft practically milking her cock with each upward thurst.

No words were needed, not when Sevika was being so loud, her nails digging into bessa's thighs below, your hands holding her trembling thighs open as you work her upto the edge.

"Fuuuck oh god- oh I'm gonna-" With Ambessa's help you manage to keep Sevika's bulky thighs pinned open as you lick her through her orgasm, lapping up every drop that escapes around bessa's shaft pooling at the base.

"There she is... god you're pathetic." Your wife groans as Sevika tightens around her, prolonging her orgasm from the degradation. Not long after Ambessa follows, flooding Sevika's insides with her warmth. They both collapse backwards, Ambessa to the couch, Sevika to her chest. You kiss your way up Sevika's body until your face to face with her, sweaty and smiling weakly. "Pathetic but adorable. Look bes, she's so worn out. At least she's quiet like this."

"Indeed, maybe I'll have to fuck the bratiness out of her more often hm?" She chides teasingly as she runs her fingers through Sevika's hair- the woman already half asleep, body feeling like jelly after the whole ordeal.

"I'd be more than happy to help, baby." Before standing you give Ambessa a kiss over Sevika's shoulder then head off to the bathroom to run a bath. Maybe Sevika has always been a bigger part of your relationship than you realised...

The police had been over countless times, warning her to stay away from you. Couldn't you see that she loved you? That she needed you? Her obesession with you started small, leaving her apartment at the same time as you so that she could 'accidently' brush her hand against yours, feels that smooth skin that always smelled like chocolate and vanilla.

Then came the gifts, anonymous of course. Take out left outside your door on a Friday night after a long week. You work so hard you deserve to be spoiled. With you being so smart, you never ate it- in case it was laced with something. A trap. Sevika would never do that to you, ever. Though she could appreciate your safety measures, her girl was smart.

It was only when she set up the cameras in your apartment that she realised you weren't eating the food, that you were rejecting her love. But that's okay! You'll realise it eventually. For weeks she would watch you, learn your routine when you eat, shower, sleep.

She was ashamed of what she did to her porn mags... printing out pictures of you and cutting out your face to stick them on the bodies of the models... so she got the cameras to appreciate your real beauty! That's all it was. Appreciating you. Maybe, sometimes she touched herself watching you but that was only because she was ALWAYS watching you and everybody needs alone time right?

And at first she would force herself away from her laptop when you had alone time, until one day she couldn't walk away and she caved, watching you writhe and moan, squirming on your bed. Sevika knew she could do way better than that stupid purple dildo you use...

When you found the camera in your bedroom one day while cleaning that was when you called the police, who investigated for weeks before they found out it was Sevika. Your own neighbour. Out of the kindness of your own heart you chose not to press charges, you knew Sevika was a little weird sure and this behaviour was not okay!

So you shouted at her, screaming, reprimanding her for her actions and behaviour.. Sevika went home that night and made a mess of her sheets, remembering the touch of your finger jabbing her chest. The way your chest rose and fell, heaving with anger.

She'd remember that for a long time.