Emotional manipulation Stories

Though Maddy did not actually have a date that evening, she took a hot shower and made herself up like she was. Looking in the mirror, Maddy's mid-length, dirty-blonde hair was styled into luscious curls. A modest amount of dark mascara brought out her striking green eyes, and bright red lipstick accentuated her already fulsome lips. Maddy ran her hands down her body, feeling the smooth satin dress that hugged her slight...

The next few days felt like they belonged to someone else’s life. After what happened between Jake and me in the dorm room, I expected things to change. But Jake didn’t acknowledge it at all. He acted like nothing had happened, as if we hadn’t crossed that line, like he hadn’t taken control of me in the most intimate way. It was surreal—he moved on as if nothing about our friendship had shifted. We fell back into our usua...

That Friday night started like any other, with the two of us stumbling back from a party, the alcohol warm in our veins. Jake and I had always been on equal footing—same height, same build. I’d even wondered once, fleetingly, who’d win if we ever went at it. It wasn’t like Jake intimidated me. In fact, I figured I had the edge. Maybe because I trained harder, or just because I liked to think I wouldn’t back down. But that...