>>581072>>581122Something is wrong. Something is wrong. All around me, red eyes look up at me with the anticipation of a new toy or amusement. A wolfgirl is grabbing my hand and pulling me towards her. But instead of feeling the tension and adrenaline I did before, the will to continue the struggle, I feel relaxed and open. Too much so. Appalled, I try pulling away, but I don't want to and it's very half-hearted. That complacency should make feel sick or guilty, but it doesn't. I feel nothing. The touch of another, physical contact, these are powerful things normally, and are overwhelming in volume now.
I allow my hand to be pulled up to her head and go through the motions of petting her ear. What am I even doing? Why? The wolfgirl begins to pant, and I start to feel aroused. This isn't right. I try to think of what to do, but the thoughts slip away from me as heat spreads throughout my chest and body. It's a maddening ache. I reach down and begin to make panting noises as well. My eyes roll back to waves of pleasure. Afterwards, I regain lucidity briefly, and feel disgusted at what I just did. At becoming a toy for the amusement of someone else. But the heat starts to spread again, and those thoughts become intangible. Before it consumes me completely, I regret my suicide attempt not succeeding.
