CHOKEHOLD; Trapped By My Ex
How?
“Oh daddy, please don’t stop! Don’t. Don’t!!”
Arghhhhh.
I rolled my eyes right then. Disgusted. Pained.
“I need some water,” I muttered, heading back to my kitchen now. Pushing through the headache already forming in my temples, pouring myself water.
A few gulps, some to wash my face. Wash the tiredness and drink off a little, then, then my brains suddenly started functioning.
“Wait a minute,” I dropped my glass, blinking. Thinking. “These sounds are not from me or my apartment. But are echoing here. So loud. So constant. Meaning only one thing here, someone was having sex.”