Misha
"Don't touch me!" I shout as I find myself overwhelmed by the thought of this monster touching me where my Jay hasn't.
"Fine. I won't. As I told you before you, I'm the worst of your worries. Your insecurities and fears with Jay are new and are strong, but not as strong as the fears you have held your whole life. Are you sure you want me to go?" Nightmare Jay asks as he takes his hands out of my pants.
I let out a sigh of relief as I closed my eyes.
I'm still strapped into this damn chair and can't do a damn thing. If I were free, I wouldn't be as anxious. I feel most secure when I am able to beat the shit out of whatever is threatening me. However, I doubt I would be able to beat up Jay, even if I knew he was fake.
"I honestly doubt that anything will be as bad as seeing my boyfriend with his Jaw flapping about while talking about sucking me off," I respond.