beccatiedup: Days passed. Every day, the same. Soon she was becoming desperate. She was losing her m
beccatiedup: Days passed. Every day, the same. Soon she was becoming desperate. She was losing her mind. She needed this to stop. She NEEDED to relieve herself. She got creative. She would leave work early. Or go in late. Nothing changed the result. She would barely make it to her car at the office before it started again. Or she would “teleport” from her bathroom to the middle of a conference meeting in which she was presenting. Weeks passed. She was becoming desensitized to the scenario. Suddenly she found herself in a new setting. Standing, arms stretched above. Balanced in her knock-me-down heels which she had bought and wore once but never again because they were so painful. Blindfolded she couldn’t see her surroundings. But she could hear. This time it wasn’t dead quiet, like the basement. She could hear … panting. It was another girl. Close by. She tried desperately to communicate. She could hear the sound of her voice in her ears, muffled. But regardless how hard she tried to yell, her new neighbor didn’t seem to hear her. There was no reaction, no muffled shouts back in her direction. Just the struggled breathing of a girl who didn’t seem to realize anyone else was near. -- source link