Ink and Sin

Riley’s POVI stood outside Jax Ink, the neon sign flickering like a bad decision I couldn’t take back. My stomach twisted into knots tighter than the ones I’d practiced untying in therapy. At twenty-one, I was supposed to be reinventing myself… new city, new college friends, finally shaking off the “sweet, innocent Riley” reputation that clung to me like cheap perfume. And I was halfway there. Until that little dare. They wanted me to get a real tattoo. Something small but edgy. A delicate crescent moon wrapped in thin, twisting vines, placed just above my right hip on my lower back. It would peek out under cropped tops and make me feel like I belonged. At least that’s what I kept telling myself on the drive over.The only problem was the artist.Jax—my stepbrother. Twenty-six, built like he bench-pressed motorcycles, covered in dark, aggressive ink that crawled up his arms and disappeared under the tight black t-shirts he always wore. He’d hated me since the day our parents marr

Public Train

Sadie's POVThe late-night commuter train was always a gamble, but after a long night out with Hallie, it felt like the only affordable option. The carriage was packed shoulder-to-shoulder with tired workers, drunk college kids, and the usual rough-looking men who rode this line because they knew its reputation. Everyone whispered about it… the “molestation express” that ran after midnight. Hallie had laughed it off when I suggested taking an Uber.“Come on, Sadie. Live a little. It’s just a train. What’s the worst that could happen?”I clutched the pole tighter as the train lurched forward, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Hallie stood in front of me, tipsy and glowing from the club, her short black skirt riding up her thighs and her tight crop top showing a generous amount of cleavage. She was always the bolder one… outgoing, adventurous, fearless. I was the shy best friend, still wearing my modest sundress that reached mid-thigh, cheeks already flushed from one too many

Public Train

Sadie’s POVThree days. Seventy-two hours of pretending I was the same girl I’d always been. I replayed it every night. Hallie’s flushed face, her muffled moans vibrating around the thick cock sliding between her lips. The way her skirt had bunched around her waist while the second man fucked her from behind in that packed carriage, strangers all around them pretending not to notice. The wet sounds. The degrading praise. The way her legs shook when she came. I hated myself for how wet I got just remembering it. I’d touched myself raw the first two nights, biting my pillow so my roommate wouldn’t hear, coming harder than I ever had in my life while shame burned in my chest. Tonight, I told myself I was just saving money. The train was cheaper than Uber. That’s all. I still wore the short pleated skirt and thin white blouse I’d chosen after changing three times. No tights. No panties. I told myself it was for comfort in the heat. The lie tasted sweet on my tongue as I stepped on

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Ink and Sin

Public Train

Public Train