Lust - Victoria

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this story is adviced for readers +18 due to mature and sexual content

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it is pure fiction and does not refer to any character's real lives

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i take responsibility for my content

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reader's discretion is adviced;
mentions of: domination play, minor mental abuse, oral sex, lesbian sex

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be aware: i am not intending to romanticize a unhealthy relationship; please do not take this as example on how a relationship is supposed to work

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Carafe.
Counter.
Booth.
Carafe.
Booth.
Counter.
Booth.
Carafe.

A plate shattered somewhere in the distance out of my field of view.

Booth.
Counter.
Carafe.
Counter.

Several servants hurried to where the noise came from, concerned looks on each of their faces.

Booth.
Carafe.
Booth.
Counter.
Carafe.
Booth.

My eyes didn't stop, rushing between these three objects. In fact, they might be in just a hurry as the servants cleaning the expensive floor.

Carafe.
Booth.
Counter.

Then a hand on my shoulder- I didn't turn around. I didn't know who it was anyway.

Carafe.
Carafe.
Carafe.

I tried to concentrate my thoughts on this one item. It was the only way to stay sane. Was I sane? I didn't know.

I registered the low voice behind me, not what it said. They spoke forcibly. Then I looked up. To my surprise, a group of women in neat baby blue uniforms and white aprons kneeled before me. They were picking shards of porcelain off the tiles. Remains of a plate. It hadn't been in the distance- I had dropped the plate before. Panic arose in me. I had difficulty breathing.

Carafe.
Counter.
Carafe.
Booth.
Counter.
Booth.
Carafe.

"Ma'am." The voice from before seemed to finally reach through to me. It was that moment, when it all came back to me. Everything that had happened. Why I was panicking in front of a buffet in an expensive hotel. I closed my eyes.

No booth.
No carafe.
No counter.