Maya

I awoke in my bed, enveloped in their residue—traces of their essence clung to me like unwelcome tattoos. The duvet shrouded my nakedness while drawn curtains veiled the morning light. Disgust flooded me as the reality of last night's debasement crashed over my senses, eclipsing any remnants of self-respect.

Tears cascaded down my cheeks the moment I dared to open my eyes.

Why did I surrender to that? How could I fucking let my own desires betray me? And how could I ...