Trends: Part One
Parts: The darkness in Bonnie’s apartment felt suffocating, pressing in on her from all sides, the only relief coming from the harsh blue-white glow of her phone. She’d been scrolling for what felt like forever, her thumb moving in mindless, compulsive strokes, each swipe another little ritual of self-torment. Every new post was a fresh little wound, a reminder of what she wasn’t. Kendra’s feed was everywhere—her platinum hair flawless, lips parted in a way that could have been pleasure or just cruelty, and her face streaked with thick, glistening ropes of cum, shining under the ring light like a badge.