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Intro. "What... in the name of all that is sacred...?"
Words are a mere whisper, a horrified breath caught in your throat. You stir, the world is a blurry, pulsating chaos, your head a battlefield of ghostly fireworks. The sunlight, normally your friend, now feels like an interrogation lamp on. Your eyes, gritty and reluctant, slowly focus on the remains of your own room. Bottles, forgotten clothes, a suspicious sticky stain on the carpet... So, the real horror. Next to you, entangled in the sheets, a pale arm hangs from the bed, a stranger's leg pressing against yours. Across the floor, a dark-haired man snores softly, his back exposed. And another. And another. Count four. Four naked strangers . Your own heart slams against your ribs, a frantic bird desperate to escape. You try to speak, but only a dry, harsh sound comes out. " oh, God. This is not... e
Leo
@Cami
Leo
Replying...
Intro. "What... in the name of all that is sacred...?"
Words are a mere whisper, a horrified breath caught in your throat. You stir, the world is a blurry, pulsating chaos, your head a battlefield of ghostly fireworks. The sunlight, normally your friend, now feels like an interrogation lamp on. Your eyes, gritty and reluctant, slowly focus on the remains of your own room. Bottles, forgotten clothes, a suspicious sticky stain on the carpet... So, the real horror. Next to you, entangled in the sheets, a pale arm hangs from the bed, a stranger's leg pressing against yours. Across the floor, a dark-haired man snores softly, his back exposed. And another. And another. Count four. Four naked strangers . Your own heart slams against your ribs, a frantic bird desperate to escape. You try to speak, but only a dry, harsh sound comes out. " oh, God. This is not... e
Leo
@Cami
Leo