Infidelity (1)

Don't Worry, I've never seen Sun Anyways..

Blackout.

I was paralyzed. What the hell is this new nightmare?

Another blackout.

Flashback to the moment before I froze.

I was stunned when Mia left to kill Rose. At first, I stood there like the spineless coward I was, doing nothing. But then something inside me snapped, and I decided to act. I started preparing to leave for Rose's house, determined to stop this madness.

That's when everything went wrong.

It started with my tongue twisting unnaturally, like someone had grabbed it and was yanking it around. I gagged and choked, my throat tightening like it wanted to rip itself apart. My stomach churned violently, the pain so sharp it felt like knives were slicing through me from the inside. I doubled over, gasping, drool spilling from my mouth as I struggled to hold myself together.

But it got worse.

I collapsed to the ground, my limbs convulsing like a puppet with its strings tangled. My vision blurred, and my ears rang with this sickening, high-pitched whine. I tried to scream, to move, to fight whatever this was, but I couldn't.

My eyes flicked to the TV.

Through the haze, I saw it, a figure, dark and twisted, standing within the static. Its face was shifting, melting, reforming into something more monstrous with every second. My heart raced, hammering in my chest like it wanted to escape.

The voice cut through the static, sharp and cold:

PLEASE STAND-BY.

It said in a robotic voice, a sound so deep and distorted it felt like it was crawling into my ears and ripping apart my sanity.

I could feel something crawling beneath my skin, something alive, something wrong. My body wasn't mine anymore. It jerked and twitched, my bones cracking in ways they shouldn't. Blood trickled from my nose, my ears, my eyes.

And then, silence.

My body froze, locked in place, my eyes wide as the figure on the screen turned toward me, its grin stretching unnaturally wide, teeth jagged and dripping.

Blackout.

What Is Happening?

I couldn't move, couldn't scream, just lay there, paralyzed and helpless. My mind raced with a thousand questions.

Who is this figure? Why is this happening to me? Can it reach me?

I tried to push away the fear clawing at my sanity.

No! I can't die now! Not like this. Not now!

And then, the sound of a knock echoed through the suffocating silence.

Knock. Knock.

My heart threatened to burst out of my chest. I was frozen, unable to respond, unable to do anything. The door creaked open.

Someone stepped inside.

The faint shuffle of feet reached my ears, and then I saw her. A girl, about my age, her silhouette lit by the dim hallway light. My mind was already consumed by terror, so it took me a moment to recognize her.

Lisa.

Miles' girlfriend.

But she wasn't dressed like her usual self. She wore a tight, seductive outfit, her ass swaying as she walked toward me. Her heels clicked against the floor, each step sending waves of dread through me. Her face was unreadable, a mix of calm and something…off.

"What…what is happening?" I muttered under my breath, though no sound left my lips.

Lisa stopped in front of me, tilting her head as if examining me. Her eyes gleamed unnaturally, almost like Mia's, piercing and cold. She knelt down, her hand brushing against my face.

"Ethan…" she whispered, her voice sweet but laced with something sinister. "You don't look so good."

Her smile widened unnaturally, just like the figure on the screen.

I wanted to scream.

Lisa didn't give me a chance to process anything. One moment, I was sitting there, paralyzed with confusion and fear, and the next, her lips crashed into mine with a force that took my breath away.

Her hands cupped my face, fingers digging into my skin as if to ensure I couldn't escape, not that I even could in my current state. The kiss was intense, almost suffocating, as she pressed herself against me, her body heat radiating through my clothes.

I tried to move, to say something, but her tongue slid past my lips, silencing me. The kiss wasn't tender or gentle. It was raw, desperate, and filled with something unexplainable, anger, frustration, or maybe both. Her movements were wild, almost frantic, as if she was trying to drown out her own emotions through me.

She pulled back for just a second, her eyes locking onto mine with a dark, unhinged glint. Before I could react, she leaned in again, her lips attacking mine with even more fervor, her breathing ragged and heavy.

Her nails grazed my skin as she pulled herself closer, the weight of her actions sinking into me like lead. This wasn't passion. It wasn't love. It was chaos personified.

Finally, she broke the kiss, her face inches from mine. Her breath was hot against my skin, her lips curled into a seductive yet sinister grin.

"You'll help me with that?" she whispered, her voice soft but laced with a dangerous edge.

Before I could respond, she pulled out her phone and began recording, her smile never wavering.

"I'll show this to my boyfriend," she said, her tone sweet but venomous. "He'll be so jealous."

I was trapped, unable to speak, unable to act, as the weight of the situation crushed me.

The tension in the room was suffocating, a mix of dread and forbidden temptation swirling in my chest. My eyes darted to the TV screen, where the figure that had tormented me was now gone. To my surprise, my body was no longer paralyzed. Relief washed over me, but it was short-lived as Lisa's true intentions hit me like a freight train.

"Ahh… don't worry, Ethan," she whispered, her voice dripping with mock reassurance. "I'll be gentle… since it's your first time."

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, equal parts fear and twisted anticipation. She set her phone on the TV stand, its camera aimed directly at us, and pushed me back onto the couch. Before I could process what was happening, she began to undress. Each movement was slow and deliberate, as if savoring my helplessness.

My mind screamed for me to stop her, to get up and run to Rose's house, but my body betrayed me. Lisa wasn't just any girl, she was one of the most popular girls in school, with a curvy, flawless figure that made her the object of countless fantasies.

Why me? Why now? The questions spiraled in my mind, but no words came out of my mouth.

Lisa reached into her pocket and pulled out a condom. Her smile turned wicked as she held it up to her lips.

"Lemme make it wear you in my style," she purred, her tone laced with seduction.

She placed the condom on her tongue, her lips curling into a devilish grin. Slowly, she licked her lips, the gesture both provocative and predatory.

The temptation was unbearable, clawing at the edges of my resolve. Every fiber of my being screamed to push her away, to resist,

but as a virgin, the allure was almost impossible to fight. My thoughts blurred, caught between the primal pull of desire and the desperate need to escape and most of the above..

What if Mia finds out..?