Emma feels the cold before anything else. When she realizes that she is nude, she quickly opens her eyes. Sitting up, she crosses her legs together.
"What did you do, you idiot?"
He holds the phone up and stares at it.
"Are you taking photos?"
"Making a video, princess." He grins evilly. Placing the phone on a sack, he bends down and pushes her back to the floor. She struggles with her legs but without hands and teeth, the struggle is in vain.
"Don't fight it," he kisses her neck.
Her heart is pounding with anger.
"Get off me." He does but only to shed off every piece of clothing.
***
She lies on the cold linoleum, eyes still, face up. Her stare is blank and so is her mind. This changes everything.
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Ruin The Boyfriend: A Short Story ✓
Short StoryBeing the other woman is a bitter, lonely experience. What happens when a girl is tired of playing second best?
