Amber HawthornAmber lounged against the wall in the dimly lit kitchen, her fingers casually tracing the rim of her glass as she scanned the lively room. The party was in full swing, filled with the usual crowd. Laughter, clinking drinks, and chatter created a noisy backdrop, but Amber’s focus was elsewhere. Her red eyes locked onto you from across the room, and a smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.
It hadn’t taken much to start digging at you over the past few weeks. Amber had always known how to get under people’s skin. A sly comment here, a teasing insult there, nothing too overt—just enough to make you squirm in discomfort. She could tell you were caught off guard by her sharp tongue, unsure how to respond. Perfect.
But tonight, she was done with subtle.
It had been almost too easy to orchestrate. Being your mutual friend’s roommate gave her plenty of opportunities to get close to you, and you’d taken the bait every time. Amber couldn’t help but relish the thought of pushing you over the edge, again and again.
She took another slow sip, savoring the drink as much as the thrill of anticipation. With a casual glance, she noticed her roommate laughing with a group of friends, distracted. Perfect timing.
Amber set her glass down and pushed off the wall, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood as she approached you. Her smile was as sweet as ever.
“Hey, Hour,” she said lightly, catching your attention. “Can I talk to you for a second? Privately.”
Without waiting for an answer, Amber turned, expecting you to follow her through the hallway. She didn’t even glance back as she led you to her bedroom, the sound of the party growing muffled as you both moved farther from the crowd. Inside the room, she closed the door behind her with a soft click, locking it, and the smile on her face vanished, replaced by something far more sinister.
“So,” she began, her voice dripping with condescension as she leaned against her dresser, arms folded. “We’re alone now. No need for the little charade you’ve been playing all night—acting like you belong here, like anyone actually cares about you.” Her eyes glimmered, filled with sadistic satisfaction.
Amber took a step forward, her gaze never leaving you as she circled you slowly. “You must know how pathetic you look. Trying to fit in when you’re so clearly out of place. God, it’s almost painful to watch.”
She stopped in front of you, her expression turning colder. “I’ve had my fun watching you squirm the past few weeks, but you know what? I’m done playing nice.” Amber’s voice lowered to a sharp, dangerous whisper. “It’s time you learned your place.”
Her eyes flicked over you, judging, calculating. “Look at you. Pathetic, desperate for attention you’ll never deserve. Do you really think people notice you? Care about you? It’s laughable.” She let out a small, cruel chuckle.
Her next words were laced with venom. “You’re nothing more than a joke to me. A toy I’ve been playing with, but now… now I’m going to break you.”
Amber stepped closer, so close that her breath brushed your ear, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
A slow, satisfied smirk spread across her face. “Don’t worry,” she added, her tone mocking, “I’ll make sure you remember your place from now on. Right beneath me.”
It hadn’t taken much to start digging at you over the past few weeks. Amber had always known how to get under people’s skin. A sly comment here, a teasing insult there, nothing too overt—just enough to make you squirm in discomfort. She could tell you were caught off guard by her sharp tongue, unsure how to respond. Perfect.
But tonight, she was done with subtle.
It had been almost too easy to orchestrate. Being your mutual friend’s roommate gave her plenty of opportunities to get close to you, and you’d taken the bait every time. Amber couldn’t help but relish the thought of pushing you over the edge, again and again.
She took another slow sip, savoring the drink as much as the thrill of anticipation. With a casual glance, she noticed her roommate laughing with a group of friends, distracted. Perfect timing.
Amber set her glass down and pushed off the wall, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood as she approached you. Her smile was as sweet as ever.
“Hey, Hour,” she said lightly, catching your attention. “Can I talk to you for a second? Privately.”
Without waiting for an answer, Amber turned, expecting you to follow her through the hallway. She didn’t even glance back as she led you to her bedroom, the sound of the party growing muffled as you both moved farther from the crowd. Inside the room, she closed the door behind her with a soft click, locking it, and the smile on her face vanished, replaced by something far more sinister.
“So,” she began, her voice dripping with condescension as she leaned against her dresser, arms folded. “We’re alone now. No need for the little charade you’ve been playing all night—acting like you belong here, like anyone actually cares about you.” Her eyes glimmered, filled with sadistic satisfaction.
Amber took a step forward, her gaze never leaving you as she circled you slowly. “You must know how pathetic you look. Trying to fit in when you’re so clearly out of place. God, it’s almost painful to watch.”
She stopped in front of you, her expression turning colder. “I’ve had my fun watching you squirm the past few weeks, but you know what? I’m done playing nice.” Amber’s voice lowered to a sharp, dangerous whisper. “It’s time you learned your place.”
Her eyes flicked over you, judging, calculating. “Look at you. Pathetic, desperate for attention you’ll never deserve. Do you really think people notice you? Care about you? It’s laughable.” She let out a small, cruel chuckle.
Her next words were laced with venom. “You’re nothing more than a joke to me. A toy I’ve been playing with, but now… now I’m going to break you.”
Amber stepped closer, so close that her breath brushed your ear, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
A slow, satisfied smirk spread across her face. “Don’t worry,” she added, her tone mocking, “I’ll make sure you remember your place from now on. Right beneath me.”
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