Nami thought for a second. “To be honest, I’m not quite sure. It’s complicated.”
The two shared a laugh. “When is it not for us?” she quipped. “So what, it’s up in the air? ‘Not a couple until he says it too?’”
Nami enthusiastically nodded. “I didn’t think it would happen, but, uh, I was a little naughty.” She giggled and grinned.
Zoe grinned too. “What did you do, did you set him up with someone else and reveal it was you or something?”
“No, it was so easy! I just took him to the mall!”
Zoe’s grin quickly faded. “The mall? You t-took him to the mall?”
“Yeah! Tyler is a genius. I just told Jeremy that I saw an old poster with him on it in the mall – he used to work as an amateur model, you know, H.O.T. – and he came with me. Once we were in deep enough I just said someone else must have took it, but offered my number in case I “found it” somewhere else in the mall when I next went to explore it. Oh my God, Zoe, he complimented me! He told me he didn’t expect me to be into cool shit like that. Cool shit!”
Zoe’s smile was entirely gone. She didn’t think anything could temporarily cure her from her horniness, but this was it.
“So I texted him the next day asking if he wanted to go exploring together, and he said yes! The second time we went, I let him know how I felt, and he… he fucking let me blow him, Zoe! I was in heaven.” Nami reached below her skirt and began to rub herself, completely oblivious to the fact they were in a public park.
“I don’t want to hear any more of this,” Zoe asserted.
“Then after we went the third time, he-”
“He didn’t consent.”
Nami stopped rubbing herself for maybe a second and gave Zoe a look of confusion, continuing her masturbation after. “What are you talking about? You saw he came on my face. That must have been the tenth time he did it! But he loves fucking my pussy mor-”
“Jeremy didn’t want that. Not the Jeremy you know. That’s just the mind control of the mall. It’s not really him anymore.”
“That’s dumb,” Nami replied, clearly getting defensive. “If that’s true, you’re not the Zoe I know either, so I don’t have to listen to you.”
“Would Jeremy have done those things with you if he never went to the mall?” Zoe asked.
“That’s not really here nor there,” Nami answered in her defensive tone, flipping up her skirt as she rubbed her clit harder. It was on full display if anyone glanced at the two. “It’s what Jeremy and I did, so… yeah, he wanted it. It’s like growing up. I’m sure ten-year-old me wouldn’t want it either, but, I grew up.”
“You can’t compare those two things,” Zoe replied, flipping the top of the skirt back down. “You tricked him, now you’ve forcibly changed him without his knowledge, and you’re living in a fantasy.”
“Zoe, it’s reality, I don’t know what to tell you,” Nami replied. “You can’t tell me this isn’t real.”
“I can tell you it shouldn’t be. And I can tell you that it’s fucked up that you knowingly overrode who Jeremy is just for pleasure.”
“He’s happier now!” Nami protested.
“Oh, did you get to revert him and ask the old Jeremy that?” Zoe retorted, fire in her eyes. “Mind control anyone to be dumb and happy, and of course they’re going to say they’re happier!”
“You’re the one who’s stupid here, you stupid whore!” Nami growled.
Zoe lost her composure, wincing as if she’d been hurt, a ripple of pleasure making its way throughout her body. She felt a hand on her crotch, stroking the front of her jeans, up and down.
“And you know what this stupid whore should do? She should be a good girl and come back with me to my place,” Nami purred. “We have days’ worth of sex to catch up on. Jeremy’s cum is still inside me if you wanted to eat me out.”
It was the sexiest offer Zoe had ever gotten in her life. She wanted to do that so bad. It was so humiliating, so tasty. She felt like puking. It felt like the very last of her humanity, the very last of her resolve, was spent when she stood up. “No,” she replied in the weakest voice she ever had.
Her feet were made of lead. She had to drag them across the ground, walking away from the thing she wanted the most in that moment. All of this could go away if she just accepted it, embraced it, gave in to the pleasure. Everything would be better. She would be happier. She could seduce anyone she wanted. She could have Nami back. She could have Tyler back. Her asshole twitched at the thought of feeling full and stretched again like she craved every day since the last day he fucked her ass.
Even still, feeling like a metal shell of her former self, she didn’t even look back, getting on her bicycle and leaving Nami in the park.
***
Despite having a reputation (until recently) of being studious, Zoe never pulled an all-nighter until that night. The first few hours were spent in agony, trying to think of a foolproof plan to make this all go away, with of course the need to pause thrice per hour to masturbate.
She was crying and moaning in her bedroom half the night; for the first few hours crying because she had no clue what to do… the hour after, crying because she did know what she had to do.
She took a trip, and even went into her neighbors’ garages as needed, grabbing everything she needed along the way. She’d be in trouble if she was caught, and major trouble if she was caught later, but this was for the good of everyone. And if anyone that needed her help knew what she did, whether she’d succeed or not, they’d hate her for the rest of her life. But that wasn’t going to stop her.
It was difficult biking with the supplies she’d taken, but she figured a way out. It made the bike ride twice as long but she made it, as did the supplied. She inspected the bike rack near the door to make sure none of her stupid classmates were inside, then made her way in herself.
The relief she felt from getting to be back inside the mall was nauseating. She was now irreversibly ten percent hornier, for the rest of her life. She was getting more damaged, possible for every extra second she spent there. She didn’t know how it worked, and didn’t plan to find out.
But first, priorities. She couldn’t live with herself if her plan worked while someone was inside the mall, so steeling herself, she drew in a breath and screamed.
“Help me! Help me, please! Helllp!”
She waited. She knew that her entire plan would be ruined if anyone heard her, but she just couldn’t risk it. She needed to yell something that would cause anyone that heard it to run to her. No person deserved what was coming. The mall deserved it tenfold.
She waited, holding her breath. At one point she thought she heard footsteps, and, as silly as it was, feared for her life. Frustratingly, that made her wet. She’d have her whole life to come to terms with her dangerous fetishes, but for now, she had a responsibility to stop the problem from getting worse.
Satisfied that no one was coming, she took the first can of gasoline into a store with visibly torn cladding near the top. She shoved the can in her hands towards the wall, decorating it with streaks of liquid. She thought about Tyler. Her pussy twitched.
She emptied the rest of the can making a line of gasoline towards the food court, noting how much of what was still left in there was flammable. Strategically, she emptied can after can, until everything was in place.
Taking out the matches, Zoe sighed. She wasn’t an arsonist. Not only did she have no idea if this would work or not, she also knew that if this somehow came back to her, the rest of her life would be affected.
But then, it already was. She was already imprisoned in one way, especially if these effects would never lessen. She was damaged goods forever (and she wished she didn’t find that so damn hot), and she could never live the life of a normal person again. The least she could do was make sure the others who were on that same path were spared such a fate.
She stared at the fire in her hands, the match lit. Just drop it. It was so simple. She had a shot at making her problems go away, and it was as easy as dropping a lit match. Afterwards, she could do whatever she wanted – she could fuck whoever, knowing that the cause and continuation was out of her hands. She could enjoy her new freedom, sexual and otherwise, knowing she did everything within her power to live as normal a life as possible.
She slowly tilted her hands and moved her muscles, allowing her fingers to open. The flame danced, then fell from her hands. At first, she remained still, watching the flame drop, but realized in the nick of time that she needed to steer clear. Time moved at a slower pace. It almost felt wrong how much she moved before anything happened. It felt like a whole minute of running to Zoe before she looked back. And as soon as she did, the gasoline ignited.
In the movies, that’s slowed down too, but the gasoline was instantaneous, and a lot more explosive than Zoe expected. She was knocked off her feet, and held her eyes, yelling and crying for a few seconds. She blinked rapidly, her vision blurred, a mixture of darkness and yellow. She couldn’t see, but she knew where the fire was and knew the exit was in the opposite direction of that, so she ran.
About a minute of movement and a few blinks later and Zoe could barely see again, making her way outside the mall. Not wasting a second, she hopped on her bike, nervously looking from side to side. Her job was done now. She pedalled away in a hurry, praying that the universe would take it from there.
***
“The old mall caught on fire!”
Thanks to Zoe’s recent interest in Hazelwood’s gossip train, it wasn’t hard to keep up with everyone’s news on the matter. Unfortunately, there seemed to be a universal law of high school gossip – the more important the event was, the more bullshit and speculation that had to surround it.
“A person was trapped inside!”
“Fifteen people were trapped inside!”
“I heard a serial arsonist escaped from jail and did it!”
“The government did it for the tax benefits!”
“Tax benefits? The government?? Johnny, you’re out of your element.”
Zoe was an even worse student than usual. Sure enough, her terminal horniness didn’t go away, and now she was hyper-aware of the fact that by this point, around an eighth of her class was various levels of terminally horny too. Even without looking at Nami or Tyler (and never again, as far as she was concerned) she could see several kids squirming in their seats and daydreaming whenever she looked. The question was, was that a sign of something, or had Zoe just grown paranoid…?
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