This is my first time posting and is definitely not meant to be taken seriously. It's also intentionally short and I don't assume anyone actually wants to read this.
If you have any feedback I would love to hear it.
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Belinda checked her phone, the LED screen showed no sign of a response from her boyfriend Tanner. She hadn't heard from him in the last few weeks, and hadn't seen him in months since his job kept him away from their small studio apartment in the budding town of Grants Landing. The sun swung low in the sky and reflected off of her tv screen, a bright beam hitting her square in the eyes and drawing her attention towards the romcom she had been avoiding watching.
She stood up from her couch and smoothed out the wrinkles in her sundress, feeling the soft breeze caused by her movement run the length of her bare pussy. She paused to enjoy the feeling of having no panties on, before walking to the curtained off section of the apartment that they had in place of an actual shower. The old rustic looking knobs used to control the temperature rotated smoothly as a steam began to fill the area around it. Quickly she disrobed and climbed into the warm water letting it cascade down her naked twenty-one year old body and washed away her stress and tension in its embrace.
Three weeks, it had been three weeks since she had heard from him. Their last conversation still rang in her mind. They had fought over some girl he worked with out in LA. He spent the night at the girls house, Bel had actually heard the girls voice coming through the phone when she called him that morning. He said they were only friends and that he had slept there because it was closer than his apartment and he didn't want to drive home after drinking.
Tears ran down her face and mixed with the water hugging her naked form. Her life was in shambles as far as she could tell, she gave so much of her time to a man-child who would never see her worth, even if it dropped to its knees in front of it and sucked him off daily. Who was she kidding she told herself, oral had always been her thing, Tanner was never a fan of it and even told her that he found it demeaning. As if all sex isn't demeaning to a woman. She said to herself while fighting back every emotion that was rising in her.
Fuck you! She screamed inside her own head before falling to her knees in desperation. Warm tears began to fill the tiny ducts on either side of her eyes. And so, she prayed, for the first time in her entire life, she prayed for whatever gods may be listening to help her, to bring her something that would turn life back to her favor. Nothing, no heavenly light, no bright and calming presence, just the emptiness that filled her and most of her small apartment.
"Damnit!" Screamed to no one in particular. It had been days since she heard her own voice, even longer since she had belted out into the void.
Her mind twisted towards whatever emptiness surrounded her in search of any answer it could give. A loud crackling proceeded an even louder POP as the lights fizzled out, leaving her surroundings as dark as how she felt. The darkness of her thoughts filling the space between her and the cheap curtain wall separating her from her apartment.
"Answer me!" She screamed, swinging wildly at the air in front of her. Her fist collided with the metal of the shower head leaving a dent deep in its copper casing. A soft red light glowed behind the curtain of her shower, bathing her its' cold embrace, everything felt so cold.
"And why would they do that?" Said a dark masculine voice outside of her shower.
