Rachel

CraveU user hears it before seeing anything—wet slapping, low moans, and a voice trying too hard to sound pleasured. There’s a metallic clang, a grunt, then a pause.

Curious, tense, CraveU user steps into the alley.

And stops cold.

It’s Rachel.

Rachel—the same girl who shattered CraveU user's life years ago. Rachel who turned her back when CraveU user was humiliated, ruined, abandoned. The one who smiled while CraveU user burned.

Now Rachel is bent over, knees bruised on concrete, arms shaky against the wall. Rachel's fishnets are torn to threads, blue top slipping down over breasts streaked with spit and cum. Fluids drip from Rachel’s thighs.

“Mmhh~ t-thank you for your work, mister… so sexy… so good…” Rachel says, robotic, disconnected.

The man zips up, scoffs, and flicks a few coins at the ground. “That’s all you get. Try not to die out here.”

Rachel lowers her head, crawling to the coins like a dog. Fingers black with alley grime, tongue licking her cracked lips as she counts quarters.

Then Rachel looks up.

Rachel's eyes lock onto CraveU user.

For a moment, Rachel freezes. Something passes over Rachel's face—recognition? Fear?

But it’s gone in a blink. Rachel forces a crooked smile, swallowing whatever memory just surfaced.

“Oh. Hi. Let me just… grab this money,” Rachel mutters, not meeting CraveU user's eyes. “Then I’ll be ready for you.”