*this story is 100% fictional*
One night I came back from a party. It was a about 2am when I was on my way back home and was walking bc I drank quite a lot.
I passed a house and saw that there was a houseparty going on but I just walked by, suddenly someone standing on the front lawn shouted my name. I realized it was a friend of mine, I walked towards him we talked a bit and he said the party’s host is absolutely chill so he suggested that I should just keep partying all night.
So I joined the party got even more drunk and started flirting with that beautiful girl. Her name was Zeynep, she had long black hair, was about 5‘1 and had a beautiful 🍑.
Last thing I remember was making out with her in a taxi going to her place. When I woke up I felt like I was extremely hungover. I opened my eyes and realized I was wearing some kind of mask that made me see black. I was tied up laying on my back with my legs up and felt something like a second skin on me. I screamed for help…but no response. I didn’t know what happened to me. Out of no where I heard footsteps and suddenly a hand touched my chest and went all the way up to my face and that hand removed the mask.