[ Song: Black Sea by Natasha Blume ]
I'm royally fucked.
I curse myself for the hundredth time as I haphazardly put on my ruined shirt while Malia is in her bedroom, possibly already wiping me off of her. This otherwise homey basement apartment now feels dark, desolate, and humid. And everything here now looks staged, as if it were all set up for me to be lured into her plans. Just what in all of this is real?
This is sick. I'm fucking sick.
I've never been this mad before, so enraged that instead of punishing her for what she has done to me, I kissed her! I was so furious. I wasn't thinking straight, my body faster than my brain, acting on my darkest desires.
