dreamingdarkly:

It felt so wrong.  But she couldn’t help it.  She needed it.  It wasn’t wrong to do what you had to right?  To get what you need?  It wouldn’t be wrong to steal food if you were starving.  And that’s what she was.  Starving.  Desperate.  Empty.

It had been so easy.  It shouldn’t be so easy.  What if other people did this?  What if they already were?  The software was so easy to use, so effective.  She’d just opened the package, then called him over to help her with her computer.  It was so easy.  Just act innocent.  Act helpless.  And in comes the knight her rescue.

Just two minutes, was all it took.  Two minutes and he was blankly staring at the screen.  Two minutes and he was open, ready, accepting.  Two minutes to make him believe whatever she wanted.  Two minutes to get what she needed.

And yet it still felt too long.

She needed it.  Needed it Now.  Needed it all.  Again and again.  Till she drained him dry.  She’d send him home, maybe remembering nothing, or that he helped her, or maybe just tell him they were dating now.  Would that be easier?  Or would it just complicate things with a bunch of useless dates and romance?

Would he even be enough?  It didn’t feel like it would ever be enough.  Remembering nothing would be best then.  She could call for tech support again.  Call for pizza delivery, package delivery, grocery delivery.  She could get more.  Needed to get more.  Would get more.  Would do whatever it took.  Whatever she had to do.

For just one more taste. 

Maybe the next one.  Maybe it would finally satisfy her.  Maybe it would be enough.

Maybe…