Look What You've Done - Princess Petra
Princess Petra, adorned in a lacy black bra and thong set, strolled nonchalantly towards her roommate Craig who was cowering on the couch. As she approached, she extended her hand, beckoning him closer. Craig hesitated, his eyes darting between Petra's lingerie-clad body and the small figure she held in her palm. The tiny person, dressed in a sleek black suit, looked up at Craig with a mixture of fear and confusion.
Petra, sensing Craig's discomfort, smirked cruelly. "Go on, give him a smooch," she taunted. "Show him how much you care."
Craig's face flushed red as he resisted the urge to push the tiny figure away. He hated it when Petra teased him about his secret fetish, but he couldn't deny the thrill he got from being close to her.
"Come on, Craig," Petra cooed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't you want to help your little friend?"
Craig's heart raced as he stared into Petra's cold, emotionless eyes. He knew she was pushing him, but he couldn't help himself. He leaned in closer, his lips almost touching the tiny man's forehead.
Suddenly, the tiny man jerked away, breaking free from Craig's grasp. He stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice trembling.
Petra laughed mockingly. "Oh, I think our friend here was just trying to help you," she said, her voice dripping with venom.
The tiny man shook his head vigorously. "No, no, no," he stammered, backing away from them. "I don't want any help from you!"
As the tiny man fled from the room, Petra turned to face Craig, her eyes burning with hate. For years, she had been playing along with his twisted fantasies, letting him believe that she was the only one who could satisfy his desires. But now, she was done playing games.
"You sick fuck," she hissed, spitting out the words like poison. "You've been using me this whole time, haven't you?"
Craig shrank back, his eyes darting around the room. He couldn't deny it any longer. Petra was right; he had been using her all along. But he never expected her to find out.
"I-I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice barely audible. "I never meant to hurt you."
Petra let out a bitter laugh. "You think that's what hurts me?" she scoffed. "You have no idea."
She stepped closer to him, her body pressed against his. He could feel her heart racing, mirroring his own.
"You're just like all the others," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "You use me and then throw me away when you're done."
With that, she pushed him away, sending him stumbling back onto the couch. As he watched her walk out of the room, he knew he had lost her forever. And for the first time, he realized just how much he had truly lost.
