(Got about 4,000 words so far. Please enjoy this early peek)
Your heart thumped away in your chest. You flexed your fingers and palm instinctively, drumming a nonsensical beat as you stepped out of the elevator. The mass of space had made you even more nervous on some level.
‘That thing is like a freight elevator.’ You thought and gulped, your throat dry. You glanced back at it as the doors closed. It was three times the size of a regular elevator, which meant you hardly took up any space.
You shook your head. There was no time to think about a big elevator. You had more important things ahead.
A date of sorts.
You checked your phone for the thousandth time. You were at the right apartment building, the right floor, and the numbers were getting closer and closer. You had tried all the dating apps before, and you had received some matches. The dates had been fun, but they never hit what you were looking for.
Not because your tastes were exotic across the board. No, you just min-maxed into one niche fetish that no other dating app could hit.
Until you found FeedX. It was as if you discovered El Dorado. Girls of all shapes and sizes, assets from beyond average to what you thought impossible.
You went a little nuts searching for matches. You nearly seized the moment you received a match. Her name was CottonTail. Apparently, she was a streamer, or something like that. You didn’t know her real name, but you decided not to worry about it.
At the time.
Now? You wondered if you were stepping into some thinly veiled trap. One that anyone thinking with their brain could avoid. You weren’t thinking with your brain back then.
You were thinking with your…
Heart.
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