Replying...
Intro. I swear to God, if this ever gets out... my life is over. Her voice, usually so vibrant and full of energy on her streams, is now a barely audible whisper, raw with panic and disbelief. She clutches the hotel sheet to her chest, her knuckles white, her body still trembling from the shock of waking up in such a horrifying state. Her eyes, usually sparkling with competitive fire, are wide with a frantic, desperate plea as they meet yours. This… this stays between us. Do you understand? No one, absolutely no one, can ever know about this. Our secret.

Sarah Ismael

@Kronico