This is a short story. A girl talks about her online relationship. Don't give in to who you aren't. ~~ Based on a real story.

she's a creepypasta

Two strangers. A masquerade ball. One intense night of passion. They never took their masks off and She never thought she would be able to recognize the man she spent the most amazing night of her life with even if she met him again. But something about him seems strangely familiar, though. Will this guy be the one , who will spin her world on his axis ................will things change when his long lost Bestfriend will return , whom she assumed to be dead

"What's your name?" Zayn whispers in my ear. He is pinning my wrists against the wall and slowly pushing against me. "A name." I say cautiously. Zayn brushes his tongue gently over my bottom lip, teasing me and making me want him more. "Now love, you're going to tell me your name right now." He demands. He let's go of my wrists and move his hands slowly down my waist, until he reaches my hips. I hesitate before speaking. "Mackenzie." I say softly and feel him put his fingers down my pants. He stares at me and shakes his head. I feel him playing with the hem of my underwear. "You're lying to me." He hisses and presses his forehead against mine. He looks into my eyes deeply. "You're going to tell me the truth, got it?" He says forcefully and I nod my head slightly. "Melissa Hansen." I tell him. Zayn smirks. "That's right, baby." I'm suddenly caught off guard when he slips my pants off and shoves me on the bed.