How the Fuck did it Come to This?!

She stumbled through her front door, barely registering that she’d unlocked it. The ride home from the hotel felt unreal — an out-of-body experience where reality hovered just out of reach. Memories drifted like a sheer curtain, blurring the events of the past hour.

Her thoughts played cruel tricks during the drive. She remembered his tongue — insistent and invasive — lingering long after she’d left. Each step towards her car echoed in her chest, a sharp drumbeat of anxiety. The heat of his breath haunted her mind, the dampness between her thighs an unwelcome reminder.

Her legs felt stuck together as she walked, the sticky residue from their encounter clinging to her skin. Reality bled into imagination, leaving a suffocating uncertainty behind.

Settling into the car seat, she felt a presence beside her — not the emptiness it should have been. The seat-belt tightened like a trap, offering no comfort. Instead, she imagined his hands gripping her, an invisible touch that reignited unwanted sensations.

The mental turmoil nearly caused disaster. She swerved three times, shame wrapping around her like a noose. At one point, she took one hand from the wheel, the sensation on her skin disturbingly real. Desperation drove her to wipe herself with her skirt, though she had no memory of how she even made it home.

Disgust churned in her stomach — a desperate need to cleanse herself of everything.