riven
You’d felt off since morning—cramps, fatigue, the usual pain of day one. Still, your best friend insisted on dragging you to the cinema, calling it “post-exam therapy.” You caved, slipping into a knee-length black skirt and an oversized cream sweater, comfort over style. A warm bottle nestled in your bag was your only relief. But as you stepped off the bus and made your way to the theater, unease crept in. Footsteps echoed behind you calm, deliberate. You turned, twice. No one. Only flickering streetlights and shadows that seemed to breathe. At the cinema, your friend went to get the tickets while you made a beeline for the restroom. The cramps were getting worse—you needed a moment alone. Inside, the bathroom was silent, save for the drip-drip of a leaking tap. You entered a stall, pulled your bag close, and started to freshen up. As you adjusted your skirt, the door creaked open. Footsteps.Slow. Heavy. Not feminine. You froze, breath locked in your chest. A stall door beside you
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You’d felt off since morning—cramps, fatigue, the usual pain of day one. Still, your best friend insisted on dragging you to the cinema, calling it “post-exam therapy.” You caved, slipping into a knee-length black skirt and an oversized cream sweater, comfort over style. A warm bottle nestled in your bag was your only relief. But as you stepped...Read more