At The Club

Back in the toilet…

Though, her eyes were still open but couldn't think of why; her heart was pounding, mind empty. It's as if a hypodermic of adrenaline had been emptied into her carotid.

With weary eyes, she held the toilet seat and forced herself to stand, but continued to slip off. Her breath quickened, and her legs were shaky as she attempted to stand for the second time.

The pain that came from her bleeding p***y and the bite she got on her neck was something she tried to endure. She held the toilet seat again and shut her eyes so tight as she finally stood with her weak legs. She attempted to take a few steps forward and when she did, getting closer to the cubicle door, she step-missed but was quick to hold on to the door handle which saved her from the fall.

Sweat began to bead all over with the recurrent nerves she thought she had finally abandoned, leaving her absent of the ability to do anything.

She stood up again and with her continuously shaking legs, she walked towar