Novel & Cerita Poop Desperation

“My God, look how hard your nipples are. How desperate you are to cum.” I’m still chasing my orgasm when Noah lifts me from the water, shoves the waistband of his boxers down and slams me down on his stiff cock, powering into me even as my walls constrict around him. “Tell me you’ll fuck him,” he whispers against my lips, his voice like silk. “Tell me you’ll fuck my best friend when he comes and I’ll let you come around my cock.” My head thrashes with the desperation to cum. “Fine. Yes, I’ll fuck him.”

a mess. I grabbed a bottle of wine from a passing tray and gulped it down, the sour liquid burning my throat. "What a joke," I muttered, the room beginning to tilt. "My life is a literal dumpster fire." Noah was still back there with his ex. Chadwick was probably at home, satisfied that he had branded me with his money. And I was standing in the middle of a neon nightmare, alone.

Solange I stood up fast, chair scraping loud. Then I immediately acted like I needed to pee. I bolted to the bathroom, locked myself in a stall, and whispered-yelled at the toilet door. “Okay new plan. Poison. Something slow. Rat poison? No, too traceable. Something in his protein shake? He chugs those every morning. Slip in some bleach or whatever’s under the sink. Make it look like food poisoning. Everyone gets that sometimes. Perfect.”

And from here on, denial would sound exactly like what it was. Desperation.

“There’s food in the kitchen. Bedroom’s through there. Don’t try to leave. There’s a man outside the door.” “What if there’s a fire?” “Then you burn.” He left before she could respond. Poesy stood in the middle of the apartment, shaking. She’d been so careful. Saved every dollar for two years. Three more months and she’d have had enough to disappear. Start over somewhere the organization couldn’t find her. Now she was locked in a safehouse with a man who could make her vanish with a phone call. She laughed. Bitter. Of course this was how it ended.

Lower Chamber — Seconds After the Collapse Jay lay motionless on the cracked tiles. Golden fissures along his spine flickered weakly — like dying embers. Elias was kneeling beside him, shaking him violently. “JAY! Wake up — COME ON — open your eyes!” Jay didn’t move. Didn’t breathe properly. Didn’t respond. Lena stumbled onto the platform, nearly tripping as she dropped beside Elias. Her hands hovered over Jay’s chest. “No… no, no, no… please don’t be gone—”

After a while, he spoke again. “You know what the worst part is?” he asked quietly. I tilted my head slightly to look at him. “What?” “That none of this surprises me,” he said. There was no anger in his voice. Just something tired. Something old. “I always knew that after I had made something for myself, they would come back,” he continued. “I just didn’t think they’d go this far.” My hand found his, fingers threading through his. “They’re desperate,” I said. “Desperate people don’t think. They just react.”

Christ! I slam my hand on my forehead. Fuck!! I am just as good as dead.

He says the last word eerily slow. “I know all the shit we just went through, I know you probably hate the idea but I’m desperate for someone babe, I’ve been doing so much more work on top of all the shit I already do, I’m sorry, it’s just that..I’m out of options right now.” He says word vomiting his point. Way to make me feel guilty…

Jadeline’s POV Desperation leads to foolishness—gullible to any false hope, starving for something to cling onto as waves upon waves knock you down. Desperation is an unquenchable thirst, clawing in your throat as you drag your feet to an oasis you can see from afar but despite every step, the distance seems to grow farther apart. Desperation is being aware you are getting tricked but still playing your part just for a fraction of the possibility that things could change for the better.