Outta Here!

“Come on! Is this a joke?” I shouted as the frustration took over me.

My bed was soaking wet under me from my own juices. My sex was throbbing uncontrollably, and Brent was nowhere to be found.

There was no way that was just a hallucination. It felt way too real.

“Ok. Whoever is playing this game, you fucking win! I am tired of this crazy shit! I just want to feel normal!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“I want a regular life where I can be fucked like a slut by the man I love as much as possible, and I don't want to be attacked by monsters every night. This is not for me. It is not what I signed up for!”

I couldn’t stop the tears from pouring out of my eyes. Curling up like a child, I held my pillow until I couldn't cry anymore.

In addition to having a pool beneath me, there was now a pool of tears on my pillow.

I abruptly sat up and threw my pillow at the wall. At that very moment, I made my decision to go to Spain.