Manipulating Marlene: Part Seven
- Hamlin
- Jun 29
- 4 min read
Marlene sat cross-legged on the couch, the glow of her laptop screen warping her vision, the pulse of the lights above her matching the jumpy throb in her chest. She stared at the admissions portal, but the words refused to line up, kept melting into a blur of blue and pink and red. Her entire body buzzed, not with nerves, but with the electric heat that had been building inside her for days.
