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Love Torment:z

My ex-boyfriend is literally stalking me through the apocalypse, and I kind of like that. But my new man wants to kill him. What should I do?

Nee_san · Sci-fi
Peringkat tidak cukup
18 Chs

The Wine:z

Are they being loud on purpose or something?!!!

Zoe's moans and the fucking headboard hitting the wall constantly!

- "Thud, thud. Ah! Ah!" every fucking second! If this continues on for another hour then I'm going to leave in the middle of the fucking night!

- "Smack!" Then there was a loud slapping noise. Did he just hit her? Also that must've hurt since it was that loud! Nope! I hear a loud moan right afterwards. This is so fucking humiliating! I don't even feel turned on because I feel so weirded out by them!

- "You like that, huh?" I hear Jerry's voice. By the sound of that smacking noise they must be doing it from behind.

- "Ah! Yes!" Zoe says in a high pitched voice. "Hit me more!" Is she fucking enjoy being hit by that jerk?! I officially don't understand her anymore.

They keep on talking about something but it's so muffled through the wall I can't hear much. Fuck it! If I'm going to suffer anyway, I might as well see the stuff they're doing. So I get up and slowly open the door and take a peek. Their door is wide fucking open! Did they want me to watch or something? But thankfully they turned off their lights. Considering how Jerry acts, it must be him who opened the door.

Clapping noises echo in the corridor. I'm already regretting my choices. I peek through their door a little from far away. It's still dark so there's not much to see. But I can hear what they're saying now that I'm closer.

- "Why did you blabber about Crowell to her, you bitch?" Jerry asks aggressively as he thrusts again.

- "I didn't tell her anything! AH! She was the one who said you asked her! Ah! Ahhh!" she says through her moans. Why are they talking about Crowell when they're fucking? I knew something fishy definitely happened there.

- "So you're saying it's my fault huh? Shut up!" he smacks her butt very loudly right as he thrusts again. It's hard to say it hurt because Zoe's clearly enjoying all that pain.

- "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry!" she "Please punish me more!" she begs him.

- "You better not spill anything about what happened there. Or I'll fucking kick your ass out, you bitch!" he threatens her in a quieter voice than before. How can he say that to his pregnant fucking wife?! There's a limit to being an ass!

- "I'm sorry, baby! I'll do better. I love you!" she begs him in a high pitched voice.

- "Of course you do! I'm not the skinny boy you guys used to bully anymore! Haha! I'm the reason you're alive" Jerry really does sound like he's enjoying the sex. What does he mean by "the reason she's alive"?

- "I'm sorry! You know I was not part of it! Ah! Ah!". Now the pace is clearly getting faster. Zoe's moans are getting louder every time he thrusts. Even Jerry's starting to let out a good feeling sound. I feel myself getting excited even though everything they're saying is making me want to crawl under my bed. My pussy started to pulse and feel hot from all the action.

- "Be quiet or she'll wake up! Or do you want her to see?" he asks teasingly.

- "I want her to see that you're, ahhh, mine!" she says pleadingly.

- "Then I kind of want you to scream louder now. Then she'll know how good I am at making you scream. Haha" he says teasingly. And starts to thrust in faster.

- "Nooo! Ah! I'm close, Jerry!" she's gasping now. "Please kiss me!" Zoe says. And I hear a loud smooching noise continuing as they fucked.

They're making such lewd and wet sounds. I start to breathe in deeply. My body is excited and my heartbeat is crazy fast. I check to touch my pussy through my pants and it's so wet. I feel my nipples harden begging to be simulated right as I paid some attention to my pussy. I'm seriously considering opening the door and joining those two if it means my sexual frustration will be satisfied. It's been fucking 3 years since I've had any action. Who knows when I'll encounter another human later. Another year? 3? In fucking 5 years?

Jerry starts to grunt even more and Zoe's moans are becoming even louder. No way I'll sleep through this even if I tried to. And I'm sure they know that too.

"Ahhhhhhh!" "Ahh!" they both release at the same time. They're kissing loudly in the silence. They had stopped moving and I don't hear the headboard slamming against the wall. Are they finished? I ask myself. Will they let me sleep now?

"That was amazing, baby" Zoe says in a happy tone.

"Oh I'm not done with you yet!" They start to kiss again. "I'm especially turned on today since Ema came. You did good by bringing her here. I might reward you until I'm satisfied. Come here!" I can hear the mattress making a sound as someone moves.

"Clean the mess you made. Suck it!" Jerry says commandingly.

Slurping sound starts when she starts sucking his dick. After they got quieter than before I seriously regret coming out here to listen closely. I should've just took my bag and fucking left when I had the chance. There's no way they'll stop in the middle of doing it! They probably wouldn't even notice I'm gone until the next morning. Ema, you're a fucking idiot!

I look back to my half open door. Now that my curiosity has died, the door looks even farther than before. Make no sound! I think as I crawl back to the door. Very slowly I put my hands in front of the other and my legs as quietly as possible. I was halfway through the door when my thigh accidentally very slightly grazed the door and it made a very brief squeaking sound. It was only momentarily but I held my breath frozen to hear any reaction. They're still making those wet sounds.

"Phew! I'm glad they didn't notice. But what the fuck! I'm not the one who should be ashamed! They're the ones who're doing some freaky, weird, violent sex! They're the ones who should be fucking embarrassed. I did nothing wrong!" I justify my actions. I'm still shocked by what Jerry kept on saying to Zoe. If it was me I would fucking kill him then myself. But each to their own I guess. Who am I to judge? I masturbate imagining about my dead ex and my depressed ass planned several ideal deaths for my future self.

Aside from all the obviously sensored stuff they did, their conversation about Crowell was clearly a landmine. Something bad happened there, and after hearing Jerry say things about leaving Zoe alive might mean he was the one who started it. But did he say that Zoe used to bully him? I fucking have no clue anymore. What I understood most about those two was 1. Jerry's just keeping her as a toy and is ready to kick her out anytime he wants, and 2.Zoe is deeply in love with this toxic jerk even though she's treated worse than trash. In conclusion, they're both psycho's I should avoid by at least 200 kilometers all my life.

Their headboard starts to slam against the wall again. Fuuuuuck!!! They're starting their next round! How am I going to go through with this? Wait! I don't have to go through any of these! I can just leave and this is my last chance! I look for my bag and clothes in the dark. It's not easy to look for something in an unfamiliar place. My bag is down on the floor where I put it, but it's somehow lighter?! I check the inside and I can't find my flashlight and other important tools. My sketchbook is gone! They're the few precious pictures I drew that I keep with me all the time! Even my extra underwear is gone from the zipped pocket! Only the clothes I was wearing are untouched on the chair exactly as I put it. Did they come in and take them while I was showering?! Those motherfuckers! They really did ensure me to stay, huh? My anger is fueled even more by Zoe's love declaration and slutty muffled moans. Jerry's probably choking her now.

I check my bag again and make a list of what they took. How dare they! My hands touch the wine bottle I took from apartment 7 before leaving. If I'm going through this I don't want to be sober! "I'll at least save my sanity with this bottle" I think as I open the wine. I gulp it straight from the bottle aggressively. They're still slamming bodies and moaning and grunting. I go to the door and take a long gulp from the bottle. The alcohol was messing with my pettiness a little bit now. I thought "why not?" and I slam my door hard with my strength and lock the door loudly from the inside.

The headboard stopped hitting the wall for a few seconds then continued to slam the wall again.