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It's dark.
It's cold.
It's dead silent.
One of these is a lie, but it'd be nice if they were all true.
Lizzy was splayed across her bed, staring at the ceiling covered in… absolutely nothing. It's blank.
She kind of wished her mind was just as blank. Yet, she could hear it. Loud and clear, as if it were right in front of her.
It's a bit rude to refer to your lover that way, isn't it? She is right there, right in her hands. A USB drive with caution stripes all over it. She's calling to you, can't you hear it?
Soft noises. No.
Almost hushed moans, amplified by the lack of any other noise. No.
I love you. I love you. I love you so much. Loud and clear.
No one else is here, just me and you.
…
Not even God is watching.
Lizzy could do it now, solve all of this by just plugging that USB in and letting V take her to that oh so nice high she so desperately wants, but… right now it doesn't feel like it'd be enough.
She grabbed one of many pillows next to her. She’ll make love to the V in her head, the one that knows exactly what she wants, the one that would never say no. The alternative to the program. Putting it in between her legs, after a few adjustments it feels just like V pushing against her.
Asking for it.
It'd be mean to not give this “V” what she wants, yeah? Lizzy started thrusting against the pillow (it's V), slow and steady, trying not to finish as quickly as she started. She could feel her core radiating with heat, threatening to take her over the edge. She was barely touching it, the only thing stimulating it was the slight grinds as she pushed herself into the pillow (that's V). Though no one else was there with her, Lizzy tried to muffle her grunts by biting down. It didn’t make anything feel less pathetic.
I want you here.
Her thrusts became more hurried, less worried about time and more about busting one. It felt good, despite the lack of feeling down there. Did she feel good? Is V there?
I need you here.
Lizzy tried, she really tried to keep quiet. Her moans leaked out, an attempt to be in unison with the ones that echoed within her thoughts. For V. The one she made in her head, anyway.
Keep going.
Almost there.
This next one could be the one.
Her pink ooze leaked through the shirt, an almost scorching feeling enveloping her. It's getting sticky, and it's insanely hot, in more ways than the temperature kind. But most of all, it's too much to handle.
Who's fault is that, though?
She kept going, and going, and going, exhaustion consuming her as she spilled every last imaginary drop of her love into the pillow. No, that's V. And she hoped V would take it.
Please take it.
All of it.
It's all for you.
I really wish you were here.
You are here, right?
Lizzy lied still, slowly becoming aware of the mess she just made and would have to sleep in. She pushed herself up, her vision slowly fading from a shaking and trembling V below her to the reality of a crumpled and somewhat wet pillow in the dark.
…
This entire ordeal was a reminder of some porn book she read one night while trying to project onto it. It shows up everytime, like clockwork. Lizzy hated it. It ruins the mood.
Getting off to the thought of someone is pushing a lot of feelings onto them, but…
Does that apply when they're not here? Not real?
…
Why aren't you here?