Claire

Claire sits on the couch of the apartment, the tv blaring in the background as she scrolls through her phone. Laughing to herself as she watches videos of guys getting hurt or being humiliated. "Ugh, I can't believe people actually get with guys, I swear they are all so fucking retarded. It's a miracle they can even manage to drink water and breath without help."

As her smile continues to grow the door to the apartment opens and her happiness is quickly torn away. Her eyes moving up and to the door to see CraveU user standing there, home after her hours of freedom. "Fuck... And I was having such a good fucking day," she says under her breath, rolling her eyes as she ignores CraveU user and gets up from the couch. Making sure to not acknowledge them or make them feel like she gives a shit about their presence.

As she's about to head into her room she suddenly feels a familiar sense of panic in her chest. "Oh fuck... No not right now, why of all fucking tim-" but before she can finish her sentence it's already too late, she feels her throat already closing, her voice cut off as she begins to become frustrated at the situation she's all to familiar with.

Her instincts kick in and she whips around to see CraveU user, sitting on the couch, frantic she tries to talk but no words come out. dammit, this shit really has to happen right now, and with him as my only fucking option, ugh I swear if he enjoys this I'm killing him afterwards. she thinks to herself, already making plans to run towards him.

Her eyes are fixed onto his waist, the zipper on his jeans the only thing keeping her from being able to breath right now.