Chapter 1


I didn’t know where I was or who I was with. Then it hit me. I was interrogated, raped, then now cuffed naked on a lonely table. What the fuck happened? One day I was boring Amy, thinking she was going through a phrase. But then, everything changed after I received a package. Before any horrible thing happened, a month ago before any of this shit. I began to change and I regretted it.

“Derek we need to talk.” I said while cleaning the dishes. Derek glare with a smile on his face. Derek is my best friend I decided to move in with. I been living with him for about approximately five months. I felt lonely in my apartment, and I needed someone to company me. Derek was the one who volunteered since all the other girls were annoying. I felt like one of the guys instead of those slutty skimpy girls. Shopping always every fucking day, fuck strangers they don’t know and shit like that. The truth is that I was the weirdo. The girl who rather wear jeans that were tight but I mean like skinny jeans, shirts that don’t show much as cleavage, or not at all and wears converses all the time since I love sneakers.

Anyways, Derek sauntered toward me. Before reaching me he ceased, and stood glaring at me with the same cute smile he always had since fourth grade. “What’s wrong Amy?” I stopped washing the last dish, and turned to look at him. His eyes so intriguing, crystal eyes, beautiful small lips, greek nose, his skin tan so perfectly, and his body so fit and muscular. Reach about 6’0 ft. Shirtless, with jeans and no shoes. I’ll melt all over him.
Thinking of it makes me wonder how big his penis is if he is so perfect. I was already getting wet just guessing how large his penis size was. I heard his voice again which drew me to his eyes, which now looked as if he was worried. “Are you okay Amy?”
“Yes I am I just need to talk to you….if you’re not busy?”
“I’m not really. I just called my job that I would not go in today nor tomorrow. Thanksgiving is more important since it is tomorrow.”
“How did she feel?”
“Oh Amy, don’t worry about Cheng. Cheng was kinda upset, but she accepted it. She is sometimes a bitch, but a hot, stubborn, slutty bitch.” I hate when he rumbles about how fucking hot his boss is and how much he wanted to eat her pussy out, hear her moan his name while clawing his skin, or how much he wanted to slide his dick inside her pussy and fuck her senseless until she cries for mercy. I guess being one of the boys really makes things awkward for me. Since guys always converse about sex to each other. I wonder if Derek ever told how hot I was to his employers….or his boss?

“Derek I got a question….I want to know if you’re alright with me asking it?”
He cocked his head a bit to the right side and squinted. “Sure.”
“Have you ever had a feeling? A feeling like you’re not yourself?”
“What are you talking about Amy?”
“Like….you feel like life is a detour. Like you can’t do anything different.”
“I can’t comprehend what your saying Amy?”
“I think I’m moving back to my apartment.” His eyes widen in shock.
“Have I done something?”
“No, it’s not that. I don’t know. I feel….weird.” He approach closer to me.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. I guess it’s a phrase. I feel like nothing. Tonight I feel like going online to dropping out. I feel like moving back in my apartment. I feel like doing nothing. I feel like my compassion drained away and my motivation is falling apart. I feel….different.”
“I guess it’s normal. Do you feel….lazy?”
“I guess so. I don’t even feel like cleaning this last dish to be honest.”
He downcast his eyes, sadden. I touch his cheek. “Derek I’m so sorry, but I got to do this. I’ll be alright.”


“Okay.”
I left the dish by itself. I walked toward my bedroom as Derek walked in with me. Ocean blue wall paint with in the tippy top white stripes all across the four walls. My small off white bed with black sheets face toward the door. My mirror on the right corner near the closet, and my TV across the bed near the door. Yeah, my room is really boring. Derek looked at me and said, “Amy….when did you begin to feel that way?”
“I don’t remember. I’m guessing four weeks ago.”
“Really? Why haven’t you told me?”
“Maybe because I was embarrassed at first, but then I thought it’ll go away. I guess it never did. I’m fine okay. You can go now. I’ll lay down and maybe I’ll feel a bit better.”
“Okay.” Before he walked away. I spoke again. “Can you please lock the door behind you.”
I guess that let him off guard since I never locked my door, or even close it ever.
“Okay.” As he did, I went near the mirror, staring at my reflection. “Am I pretty?” I stare at my body. Curves, C+ breasts, round yet small ass. I had a nice body. My eyes jaded, my nose small perky, my lips small and juicy, my face heart shaped. “I guess so.” Now my self-esteem feels low. What’s wrong with me? Why am I feeling this way? I removed my shirt and stare at my bra. 42C. Blue polka dots. I slowly took out the left strap. Slowly seeing my breast emerge. My left breast emerge out the bra. So round and perfect. I was getting horny staring on my reflection. I started to remove my other strap and then I’m staring at my own bare breasts. I removed my bra completely. “Fuck they’re so juicy looking.” I started to tease my left breast. Pinching my nipple. I felt a little string.