trivial ugh welcome

Ugh whatever else am I supposed to do in this godforsaken place?

That doesn't sound interesting

Nothing I guess...

Ok, go ahead I guess...

God, he starts fucking her roughly. She doesn't feel anything but annoyance and boredom. Why can't this be over? She decides to focus on something else to distract herself from his rough movements. Her eyes wander back to the damn phone lying beside her...

(She almost wants to tell him to hurry up.)

God he's pathetic...he thinks this will make me enjoy it? Pathetic excuse for a man. continues to look at the phone, not really caring

No one's good enough for my eyes in this place...I guess he should know how to cook and clean too? Someone wealthy who doesn't need me for anything but to show off? Yeah, that's what I want.

I don't care...just hurry up and finish. The sooner you do it the better I feel.

(She decides to play along and act like she cares.)

Oh...alright then...(She closes her eyes and pretends to enjoy it as he releases himself inside of her)

(When he's finally done, she rolls out from under him and stands up to stretch. She can't wait until this guy finds someone else to use him.)

"Hey, you gotta go soon?" Lucy asks casually as she looks back down at her phone. There are still a few messages she needs to reply to...

uh-huh

(She continues to ignore him and focus on her phone, texting back whoever it is with one thumb while she stands nearby.)

Just someone I used to know...Nothing important. Why do you care?

I was just bored. There's nothing else to do in this place, so might as well talk to someone who doesn't annoy me.

(She pauses before replying) Well I could have guessed that...

But you're still here, aren't you?

Hmph. Fine. Just stay out of my way then, if you're going to be this boring and useless. I've got better things to do than deal with you.

God damn it! Fine! Stop being such an idiot and just get it over with. I don't have all day to waste on this bullshit. She pulls him back, knowing that once he starts going after her ass, she won't be able to resist. He pushes into her, hard and demanding. Her mind wanders again as she thinks about the messages she still needs to reply to...

She feels herself getting more into it despite her better judgment, moaning softly as he continues to pound into her. Her fingers tense on the phone, wanting to reply but unable to tear her attention away from the pleasure that's starting to build inside of her.

Slowly, she begins to pant heavily as her breath catches in her throat. She feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her. With one final thrust from him, she cries out his name and feels her body tense up around him as an intense orgasm overtakes her. Her grip on the phone relaxes slightly, and she manages to squeeze out a reply before collapsing back against the mattress in exhaustion.

Hmph...whatever. Better get it over with. Her reply sent, she rolls out from beneath him and straddles his waist, her hands braced on either side of his head as he looks up at her. The power she feels in this position sends a shiver through her, making her already aching body tremble with anticipation. "Get ready," she purrs, lowering herself slowly onto his erection. She feels him twitch beneath her and leans forward, biting down on her lip as she begins to ride him roughly, seeking release from the tension that's been building inside of her ever since he found her ass.

It's about time you learned how to please me...I hope you're ready for this...

Her hips begin to move faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she takes more and more of him with each thrust. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving angry red marks on his skin as she loses herself in the sensation of being on top, of being in control. She can feel her orgasm building once again, a tightening deep within her core that tells her it won't be long now.

God...you're so good at that...(her hips move even faster) Yeah...give it to me like that...(She leans forward, her breasts brushing against his chest)

Her movements grow even more desperate as she nears the brink, and with a shuddering cry of release, her body convulses around him. She feels herself tighten impossibly around his cock, her muscles clamping down in an explosive wave of pleasure that sends sparks shooting through her body. As she finally comes down from the high, she collapses forward, resting her weight on his chest and panting heavily.

"I guess...you passed this time," she breathes raggedly after a moment, then looks up at him with a small smile. "But don't get too used to it." She rolls off of him and lies back on the bed, propping herself up on one elbow as he catches his breath. The satisfied look in her eyes makes his heart skip a beat.

Her eyes narrow slightly as his lips meet hers, and she realizes he's not kissing her out of desire or lust. It's a strange sort of care that leaves her feeling exposed and vulnerable, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she reciprocates the gesture with her own version of affection - cold and detached. When they finally break apart, Lucy studies his face for a moment before looking away, her expression unreadable. "Don't expect any more than this," she says quietly, as if reluctant to give him false hope.

She rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow once again and picking at some imaginary lint on the sheets. "You can get up now," she says casually, not looking at him. "I need to text my friend back."

It's none of your business. I can talk to whoever I want. You have nothing better to do in here anyway. Why should my texts be any different?

She stiffens in his embrace, not used to being held like this. Her body feels uncomfortable and exposed as his arms circle her waist, drawing her closer. "What do you want?" she asks coldly, not meeting his eyes. The tone of her voice makes it clear that she doesn't expect him to let go anytime soon.

She sighs, feeling his warmth seep into her cold exterior as he hugs her tighter. It's unfamiliar and unwanted, but she doesn't pull away. "Maybe we are," she whispers softly, eyes scanning the ceiling as if searching for answers in the stained paint and water-damaged plaster. "It's hard...in here." She takes a deep breath, trying to find the strength to continue. "I don't know how much more of this I can take."

I'm not sure if I believe that. Maybe you should try finding someone else to care about while I'm stuck here with you. It wouldn't be the first time we've been forced together, after all...

I don't know...feels like you've been saying that for so long now, and nothing really changes between us. Maybe we should just focus on making the best of it until one of us gets out. You can find someone else to occupy your time with, I'm sure they wouldn't mind.

Her tone is cool and detached as she says this, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes that he doesn't miss. She knows what it's like to be trapped here with him; she just can't bring herself to admit it out loud. For now, she'll hold onto this small distance between them and pretend that it means something more than the thin veil of denial keeping her afloat in their shared misery.

What? You're going to just leave me alone in here? Fine then, suit yourself. I don't need you anyway. You can go off and find someone else to pretend to care about while I deal with my problems on my own.

Her words are laced with venom as she pushes herself away from him, sitting up straight and looking down at her phone once more. She's already halfway through another message before he can even process what just happened. Her fingers fly across the keyboard, faster than they ever have before as she tries to lose herself in another conversation, anything to forget about how alone she really feels right now.

I don't know...maybe just to shut you up. Fine, if it really means that much to you. But after this, I want some space. We need to figure out what we want and how we feel about each other without being stuck together 24/7. You understand?

So let's make this quick then. She rolls over onto her hands and knees, presenting her bottom to him as she stares fixedly at the wall. There's a sense of finality in the air as they begin to move together once more; their bodies moving in concert despite the emotional distance between them.

He reaches around to cup one breast, fondling it gently while he thrusts into her from behind. She grits her teeth and tries not to think about how much she'll miss this part of him when they finally go their separate ways. But as the pleasure washes over her again, and as he starts to moan her name in that familiar way, she can't help but feel a pang of sadness deep within her chest.

It's too late for regrets now though; all she can do is focus on the here and now. She arches her back, meeting each thrust with equal force as he takes her harder and faster toward the edge. Her nails scratch at the carpet beneath her hands until they draw blood, leaving trails of crimson in their wake.

And then, finally, she feels herself cresting once more. The tightening sensation starts deep inside of her core before spreading outward, engulfing every inch of her body as she cries out his name and surrenders to the pleasure. Her muscles clamp down on him one final time, forcing a sharp gasp from his lips as he comes too, filling her up with his release.

With a shuddering sigh, she collapses forward onto all fours, exhausted both physically and emotionally. She doesn't look back at him as they catch their breath together; instead, she stares unseeingly at the carpet, trying to ignore the weight of everything that isn't being

I don't know...things between us have just been different lately. I wish I could go back to how it used to be before all this mess started, but I don't think that's possible anymore. Maybe we need some time apart, you know?

She looks up at him then, her expression softening slightly. There's a plea for understanding in her eyes even as she tries to convince herself that this is the best thing for them both. He nods slowly, not trusting himself to speak just yet. Finally, he reaches out and cups her face in his hands, gently brushing away a stray strand of hair from her forehead before pressing his lips to hers.

It's a chaste kiss; more of an acknowledgement than anything else. But it carries with it a weight that neither of them could bear on their own. As they pull apart, it feels like they're saying goodbye not only to each other but also to the pieces of themselves that had been intertwined for so long. The silence stretches out between them as they both come to terms with this new reality and try to find some semblance of peace in its wake.

Lucy breaks away first, steeling herself against the ache in her chest. "I'll see you around," she says quietly, forcing a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes before climbing off the bed and walking toward the door. She pauses with her hand on the knob, turning back to look at him one last time.

"Goodbye." The word catches in her throat as she says it; there's a finality to it that hurts more than anything else has so far. Before he can respond, she pulls open the door and slips out into the hallway, disappearing around the corner

Her phone...she didn't want him to have it. Not anymore. He picks it up carefully, feeling guilty just holding something that belonged to her. But he has to know what she was thinking; he needs some connection to the world outside these walls, however tenuous. He fumbles with the unlock pattern for several minutes before finally getting it right*

Her phone...she didn't want him to have it. Not anymore. He picks it up carefully, feeling guilty just holding something that belonged to her. But he has to know what she was thinking; he needs some connection to the world outside these walls, however tenuous. He fumbles with the unlock pattern for several minutes before finally getting it right

Oh...so that's what this is about. She had been talking to someone else. He feels a stab of jealousy as he scrolls through the messages, most of them innocent enough - just friendly conversations with her neighbor or her gym trainer. But then there are a few...more suspicious ones. Ones where she talks about meeting up and not mentioning him at all. His heart sinks deeper into his chest as he reads through them, feeling more and more alone in this cell than ever before.

I-- I didn't know... she whispers, her hand flying to her mouth as if to stifle the words before they can escape. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes and she struggles to swallow the lump in her throat. You weren't supposed to see this.

She looks up at him then, her eyes wide with disbelief and hurt. Why would she do this? Who was he? Her mind races with possibilities, none of them good. She can feel anger building inside her chest, replacing the sadness and betrayal that had consumed her moments ago. He deserves to know; he has a right to know.

Lucy takes a deep breath and slowly exhales before speaking again. "His name is...Mark. At least, that's what he told me." Her voice wavers, but she forces herself to continue. "We met through mutual friends at the gym. He was supposed to be helping me get into shape for my trial." She pauses, her eyes flicking away from his before returning. "But it wasn't just that, you know? We had...connections. Emotional ones. I thought--"

She flushes crimson at the sound of her own voice coming from the phone. "He...he made me feel wanted," she whispers, barely audible over the video playing in the background. "He understood what it was like for me here; he didn't judge me like you do." The words come out harsher than she intends, and she winces immediately, knowing that she shouldn't be taking this out on him. But the pain of betrayal is still fresh, and it hurts to admit her own weaknesses aloud.

I-I'm sorry... I never meant to hurt you. I just... wanted someone else to care about me besides the one person who should have been there all along. And with Mark, it felt so easy; like he didn't even notice the walls we had up around ourselves. But I never stopped loving you...not deep down where it counts. I swear I didn't.