Anna stared at the empty doorway, her brow furrowed in confusion. She couldn't comprehend what had just happened. Sid had been so passionate, so wild and eager to please her. She had felt his desire, his hunger for her.
"Wait, Sid!"
So why had he suddenly stopped and left? The thought that he might not have wanted her never crossed Anna's mind. Instead, she convinced herself that Sid must have been overwhelmed by the intensity of their encounter.
"Ugh, he just needs time to cool off. After all, he just tasted Anna. The baddest, the hottest, the yummiest. Wilder, I know your game. You gave me just enough to want more, to drool over you, to chase you. But don't think I won't. You're as hot and bad as I am… and I'm not done yet."
Sid burst out of the building, gulping in the cool night air as if it could wash away the shame and confusion churning inside him.
He leaned against the wall, head bowed, trying to make sense of what had just happened. The voices in his head grew louder, taunting him with their accusations.
"Failed again, necrophilia freak. Can't even get it up for a live girl. Pathetic."
Sid clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He wanted to scream, to punch something, anything to silence the relentless whispers. But he couldn't move, couldn't think straight.
Meanwhile, back in her room, Anna's body still hummed with unfulfilled desire. Sid's abrupt departure had left her craving release.
"That Wilder… he knows how to use his tongue. Gets me this close and then runs? Tch! How bad is that? That's exactly why I wanted you so much, and you know it. Nobody walks out on Anna. Nobody."
She stumbled to her closet, her fingers trembling as she reached for the hidden compartment at the back.
"If he won't finish what he started… then I'll find someone or something that will."
Her fingers brushed against the hidden panel, and with a soft click, it swung open. She blinked, momentarily stunned by the array of toys laid out before her.
Vibrators in every color of the rainbow, dildos of various shapes and sizes, anal plugs, restraints, and even a few more exotic devices she'd yet to explore. Her eyes widened as she took in the collection, a smirk spreading across her face.
"Well, well…"
She reached in and pulled out a particularly large, realistic-looking black dildo. It was nearly a foot long and as thick as her wrist, with veins and ridges etched into the silicone surface.
Anna bit her lip, already imagining how it would feel inside her. But she didn't stop there. She grabbed a small vibrator next, one that fit perfectly in the palm of her hand. Then a pair of nipple clamps and a blindfold for good measure.
She spread the toys out on the bed, her heart racing with anticipation. She lay back, closing her eyes and letting her imagination run wild. In her mind's eye, it was Sid touching her, his strong hands caressing every inch of her body.
She pictured him sucking on her nipples, biting and teasing them until she cried out in pleasure. She imagined the feeling of his thick, hard cock pushing inside her, stretching her wide and filling her completely.
Sid stumbled into the nearest alley, the bright city lights cutting off behind him as shadows swallowed the narrow space. He pressed his back against the damp brick wall, sliding down until he was sitting on the cold ground.
His chest rose and fell in uneven gasps, his hands trembling as he buried his face into them.
"Why? Why now? She was… she was perfect. She was begging for me. And I wanted it. I wanted it so bad."
He let out a strangled laugh, hollow and bitter. His hands dropped, and he glared down at the bulge in his jeans… soft, unresponsive, useless.
"You were supposed to work! All I needed was for you to wake up. That's it. Just once. Just give me something. But no, you just lay there. Dead weight. Like you're mocking me."
His throat burned. He blinked, but the tears forced their way through, hot and heavy. He pressed the heel of his palm against his eyes, but the sob slipped out anyway.
"I don't get it… what the hell is wrong with me?!"
He slammed his fist against the wall, the pain shooting up his arm.
"She was naked, right there, letting me do anything. And still—still nothing. Am I broken? Am I really… that?"
His shaking hands fumbled for his phone. The screen lit his face, pale and wet with tears. He scrolled quickly, opening the clip he hated most. The viral edit of him, the one that painted him as something worse than a failure.
[Sid Wilder: No girl alive gets my heartbeat.]
The comment section exploded beneath it.
[Comment]: "Necro freak."
[Comment]: "He only likes the dead ones."
[Comment]: "Bro can't even get it up for Anna, lmao."
[Comment]: "Imagine being THAT pathetic."
[Comment]: "Guy's finished. Just quit, man."
Sid's chest caved as he read them, one after another, the words slamming into him harder than any hit he'd ever taken in a fight. His lips trembled as he whispered back to the screen, as if the faceless mob could hear him.
"I'm not like that. I swear. I wanted her. I wanted to… I wanted to be inside her, to feel alive with her. But it didn't work. It never fucking works."
He buried his face in his arms, phone still glowing against his sleeve. His voice broke again, raw and shaking.
"Why can't I just be normal? Why can't I just… perform, like every other guy out there? Why do I always freeze? Why do I always choke when it matters?"
His legs pulled up to his chest, arms locking tight around them. He rocked slightly, like a man trying to hold himself together before he fell apart completely.
"I'm scared…"