Zoe’s poor class performance wasn’t helped by her all-nighter, nor her knowledge that everyone around school was talking about something she did. She was already paranoid about how horny her classmates secretly were (which, without context, was weird as fuck of her, she knew that), but the fact that, at any moment, any of her classmates could tell her “I heard you did it!” and she’d burst into tears really made that paranoia complete.
She did her duty, and even if it didn’t cost her her two best friends, she didn’t think she’d ever speak to either of them again. Let them live their lives. Let them have their stupid little horny adventures. Stupid… little…
Another bad combination of terminally horny and sleepy, aside from paranoia, was lack of awareness. Zoe had to keep catching herself in class; she was playing with herself. More than once, in history class, she’d space out, lean back and be way too overt about it, to the point where the second time, a guy clearly noticed, some popular-looking guy. When she noticed him, she pulled her hand back like it was on fire, blushed, and looked down. She looked back up to see him passing her a note of some kind… a number. A phone number.
The old Zoe would give him a face and rip up that number right in front of him. The current Zoe bit her lip and maintained eye contact, wondering if he was enough of a man to hold her down and violate her as she protested. The thought made her wetter, and, weak as she was, she resigned to subtly playing with herself for the rest of class, making sure this boy had the best angle possible while her blissfully unaware teacher (she was, in hindsight, so lucky to get Mr. Anton) and fellow classmates continued with the lesson. Hey, he was probably already affected if he was reacting like this, and she clearly was so affected that she would need a guy that could keep up with him… what was the harm?
The pit in her stomach resumed at the school’s last bell when she realized she didn’t even know what she did. She didn’t know what the mall was now. Did it burn to the ground? Did it remain, but cause enough of a fuss that every entrance was barred? Did the firefighter team rush in and get affected? A whole… team of firefighters? A bunch of jacked, assertive men… not afraid to hold a girl down and take her no matter what she said… taking turns using her tender pussy as if she was their personal property, to have, to use… to breed…
Zoe felt like crying. She didn’t want to go back to the mall, but she knew she had to know the truth. She had to know if this was over… or just beginning. Mustering up a will of steel, and the last strength she had due to the lack of sleep, she began peddling, making her way up to the Lakeview Mall.
Tyler, Nami, her friends, Zoe herself… any future victims… Everyone would be affected by this. She biked down the roads, the wetness going through her clothing, the urge to masturbate conflicting with her anger and fear. This was it. The final moment. She made her way up to the site, the place where she knew the Lakeview Mall at least once was, hopefully to be gone now. She kept her head down as she approached, knowing she wasn’t ready for anything she could see. She wanted everything to be better, Magically repaired. That was a fantasy, which was why she did what she did.
She breathed, thinking of the possibility of any future, with her current friends, or her new friends, or no one else at all. She opened her eyes to look at what was ahead.
She gasped at what she saw.
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