𝐒𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 | [𝟏𝟖+]

𝟐 | 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

Hold me close under the covers
Kiss me, boy, and drive me crazy

I stepped into the washroom, and an enveloping wave of lavender filled the air, cladding around me like a pacifying embrace. The scent was refreshing yet oddly contrasting with the chaos I had just left behind.

My gaze settled on the mirror, and I was met with a haunting reflection: my figure, stained and splattered with crimson, told the story of my day's work. Blood clung to my clothes, a showy reminder of the life I had engaged with, and spattered my skin like dreadful confetti. This was the life I chose — immersed in blood, surrounded by its raw essence.

With a determined breath, I fixed my stare on the mirror, my hand instinctively reaching behind me to grasp the zip of my mid-thigh dress. I tugged it down, feeling the fabric cascade off my body, pooling on the cold tiles beneath my feet.

Now only in my delicate black lace lingerie, I surveyed my reflection and each curve. My gaze paused, drawn to a particular mark — a scar marred my left side just above the waistline. Memories of that bloody scene flooded back, a haunting echo that refused to fade.

I let the tip of my finger glide over the scar, tracing its outline with a tenderness that belied the rage within my heart, though the wound had healed, the emotional agony still burned bright.

In a ritualistic motion, I slipped off my panties, watching as they joined the discarded fabric of my dress, followed closely by my bra. Standing there, fully exposed to my own scrutiny, I took one last look at my naked figure in the mirror — a mix of vulnerability and strength — before making my way toward the shower.

Turning the faucet on, I closed my eyes and surrendered to the soothing cascade of water that enveloped me like a warm embrace. My fingers tangled in my hair as I tilted my head back, allowing the cool, crisp water to flow freely over my face, refreshing my senses.

At that moment, I was transported to a realm of memories — vivid scenes flashing before me like a beautifully crafted montage. Suddenly, he appeared: my man. He was etched into my mind with his mesmerizing hazel brown eyes, a deep well of warmth and vitality, and a physique sculpted to perfection. The sight of his broad shoulders and perfectly defined six-pack abs ignited a spark within me, sending waves of warmth coursing through my veins.