Effects of Isolation

Her breath grew unsteady, the warmth of the blanket doing little to hide the heat rising in her chest and bottom area.

Every slight movement he made—whether shifting his weight or adjusting his position—made nervous.

Her heart raced as she considered the consequences—what if he noticed? What if he caught her in the act?

Would he be angry? Disappointed? Or would he take advantage of her? 

The uncertainty made her skin prickle with a strange mix of fear and anticipation. The more she thought about it, the itch inside her slit grew stronger. 

Her fingers trembled slightly as they brushed against the bare skin of her thigh, the sensation sending a shiver up her spine.

She stole another glance at him, heart pounding in her ears. He hadn't noticed—at least, she thought.

Biting her lip, she pressed her legs together, her palm resting lightly against her skin.

A guilty thrill curled in her stomach, but a tiny voice in her head whispered caution. What if he turned his head? What if the others noticed?

A sudden creak made her freeze. She quickly pulled her hand back and pretended to sleep. 

Zayn glanced in her direction, his dark eyes lingering for a moment longer than usual. 

Her heart skipped a beat, but he said nothing. Instead, he leaned his head back against the wall, oblivious to what she did. 

Swallowing hard, she curled deeper into the blanket, her face burning with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. She knew she was playing with fire, but for some reason, that only made it more enticing.

Without realizing it, she felt a sensation of release, and her slit became wetter just from imagining his manhood inside her. 

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'Did she just touch herself?' 

He wasn't an idiot. They were too close to each other, the space tight enough that even the slightest movement under the blanket wouldn't go unnoticed.

'Maybe it's her way to cope with the stress,' he thought, trying to make sense of her actions. 

The rush of dopamine from such an act could provide some relief, even if just for a moment. The tension they were all under was suffocating, and people handled it in different ways.

'Should I do it too?' 

Surrounded by girls, it was natural for his body to react.

Fortunately, he covered half of his body with a blanket, so by angling his knee higher, he could avoid drawing attention.

As for the materials, he kept plenty of them right beside him.

He found himself thinking about Hannah, the barista. She was the most attractive of all the girls and seemed to be around his age.

His imagination ran wild as he slid his hand up and down his sword.

The sensation was too good, his body craving a release of dopamine to lower his stress level.

Without anyone noticing, he felt his manhood throbbing and release white stuff into his hand. It was sticky, so he quickly wiped it off, staining the blanket.

He looked around to make sure no one noticed him. His eyes landed on Maya, who was clearly pretending to be asleep.

'Did she see me?' he wondered.

For some reason, the thought that both of them did it made her excited.

Maybe, if he played his cards right, he could get under her skirt later.

'No, what am I thinking? I need to focus,' he muttered, shaking his head to push aside his desires for the moment.

They were in a dangerous situation, unsure of how long they would be trapped in this place. Things could get ugly fast if he didn't plan ahead.

'For now, I need to think of things that might go wrong so I can prevent them, just in case,'

His mind raced, and one issue stood out: the smell. The place lacked ventilation, and although there was water, they couldn't use it to clean themselves.

It would also become very hot during the day since they were inside a metal container that absorbed heat quickly.

'This is tougher than I thought,' he sighed, rubbing his temples. The lack of ventilation made breathing hard, and every moment spent idle felt like a countdown. 

But he didn't give up. He started formulating a plan.

The water issue for hygiene could wait; for now, he needed to figure out which level they were in.

Were they stacked at the very top, the bottom, or in the middle? It was important so he could adjust accordingly.