Unpleasant Alternative

At this stage, the drug or whatever had been injected into me had fully taken control. I wanted him. I couldn’t resist anymore.

My hand wandered below his waist, feeling his dick awaken, inch by inch.

As I grabbed it, he moaned. “Take me. Please, take me, baby.”

I pushed him onto the bed, and he fell on his back with a gentle thud.

Then, I took off his pants, my gaze fixed on him. His huge, pretty dick called out to me - an invitation I couldn’t resist. I gasped at the thought of taking something that size inside me.

From the moment I stepped into the room, I knew it was going to be a long night. But I hadn’t expected it to be this big, just as big as his dick.

This was my first time, but I was determined to please him. Anything to regain his trust.

I gently flicked my tongue over the tip of his dick, making him tremble with pleasure. His hands dug into the sheets on either side of him.

His breath quickened.

I took him all in, letting him feel the warmth of my mouth. He moaned, begging for more, feeling the slick, soft walls of my mouth.

Just as my intensity increased, he held on tightly to me and then he suddenly pulled out. He stood up and pinned me to the edge of the bed, bending me over and exposing my hole.

I felt a cool, slimy liquid spread across my skin as he poured lubricant onto my butt, massaging it tenderly.

Then, in one swift motion, he slid inside, gently.

“Uhh,” I flinched, biting my lower lip. My senses dulled.

Slowly, he pulled out and thrust in again. Then, in quick succession, he kept going. I closed my eyes, biting my lower lip as I struggled to hold in the pain.

“Uhh… Uhh… Uhhhhh,” he moaned, his body shuddering as his cum spilled onto my thighs. He thudded onto the bed and slept off. Then, I blacked out.

An intense vibration from my phone jolted me awake in the morning.

My hand fumbled for my phone on the nightstand, fingers trembling as I unlocked the screen.

It’s light lit up the dark room. A single message appeared on the screen.

"Run for your life."

Otto’s name hung above the text like a ghost.

I couldn’t breathe. My pulse pounded so violently that I could hear it in my ears. A sickening chill crept down my spine.

I shot up from the bed, my heart beating so fast. Any lingering drowsiness evaporated instantly at this unexpected text, leaving me in disbelief.

What the hell just happened?

I twisted under the covers, and then it hit me - Otto wasn’t here. But I wasn’t alone, either.

Dread took over me as I turned my head, heart hammering against my ribs. A figure lay beside me, tangled in the sheets, face obscured by the shadows.

I froze.

If Otto wasn’t the one I slept with… then who was?

Immediately, I rushed to the bathroom, my hands shaking as I twisted the faucet.

Ice-cold water splashed onto my face, but it did nothing to erase the guilt pressing down on my chest like a weight.

I lifted my head, glancing at the mirror. I couldn’t recognize myself anymore. On the outside, I looked like me. But inside? I was shattered. Unrecognizable.

I turned abruptly, my bare feet padding against the cold floor as I hurried back into the dimly lit room. Clothes scattered on the floor.

My fingers fumbled as I shrugged on my shirt, buttoning it with urgency.

My gaze flickered toward the man lying there.

I didn’t even know what to think or how to react. Was he contracted to sleep with me? Is he a killer? I was not going to stay back and find out.

I let out a huge exhale as I backed away, one step, then another. My heart pounded violently, screaming at me to run before the weight of my actions pinned me to the ground.

I reached the door, gripping the handle so tightly yet quietly.

A final glance over my shoulder, one last look at the stranger in Otto’s place. Then, I slipped out into the hallway, the door clicking shut behind me.

I had betrayed and disappointed him.

Oh my God.

There was no way to fix this. No way to undo the damage. He had told me to run for my life. Now, I finally understood why.

As I walked through the dimly lit hallway, my heart was still racing, my breath uneven from the whirlwind of emotions that had consumed me in the last few hours.

Then, my eyes flickered up, catching sight of the metal plaque bolted to the doorpost "Wing 1."

A cold chill ran down my spine.

My body went rigid as Otto’s letter flashed vividly in my mind, the words echoing as if he said it directly to my face "Room 316. Wing 2."

No.

No. No. No.

Oh, God.

A sickening wave of realization crashed over me, leaving me breathless. The man in the grey suit… He had smiled, nodded, and gestured me down this hallway. So confident. So sure. And like a fool, I had followed.

I had made a mistake. A colossal, irreversible mistake.

My stomach twisted violently as the truth settled in, thick and suffocating.

I had entered the wrong wing.

The wrong room.

The wrong bed.

I had given myself to a stranger.

My heartbeat pounded in my ears, drowning out everything else. The world tilted, my vision blurred. What had I done?

Just then, my phone rang in my pocket, snapping me back to reality.

It was Luca.

Luca, my love. How could I ever explain what had happened to him? How could I look him in the eyes and admit that I had cheated?

He was unusually quiet as I explained what had happened the previous night. Something about his composure felt off, even when I confessed to cheating.

Then...

he broke the silence.

"I have a way out of all your troubles," he said coldly. "But you'll have to do it."

I couldn’t believe his words. I thought I hadn’t heard clearly.

"You have to make a sex tape with Otto," he concluded.