Not in the mood for mind games of any sort, you grab Rae violently by the shoulders shove her into the nearby restroom, a small, dingy, smelly compartment designed for one person. Her flying body sends the door flying open with a thud, and as her feet start to make contact with the wet floor, they slip, sending her careening backwards, and ending with her face inside the toilet bowl.
Swiftly and suddenly, you’re in the cramped room behind her, with the door locked and the lights off. As she’s slowly pulling her head up out of the toilet, hair wet, trying to regain her balance, you grab her hair, pull her up, and face her towards you.
“What do you think you’re-“ She tries to scream out before you start licking her face with your rough tongue, leaving wet saliva trails over her cheeks. Taken aback, she silences herself, then reaches out a hand and slaps you hard.
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