Thread: Flassche: I can fix you (open)

Chapter one confusion The resident of apartment 13a was breathing fast, chest heaving violently in accordance to her heightened state of arousal and confusion. She was in her bed, alone, back resting against the wall whilst holding two hands over her ears, desperate to stop the corrupting sounds from endlessly vibrating in her eardrums. She was alone, mind confused as to where her girlfriend was only suspecting the worst. She could hear the sounds of his hips hitting a woman, connecting and disconnecting from her. For three hours he had gone at it, taken the other woman to her core, ravaging her insides and shattering what was left of the woman in the first place. Even with the thick wall that separated apartment 13a from 13b it was still a very noticeable and piercing sound the rhythmic pounding of his hips. Even without the sounds he was making she could still feel him, feel the kinetic energy forcing its way from his hips through the thick wall and against her back. She could feel the primal energy being summoned and administered, feel it in the pit of her stomach, feel the effects it was having on her, even though it was unwanted. Tonight marked the third month since the man, her new neighbour, had moved in next door, at the same time marking the seventeenth night that she would barely get any sleep at all. The man that had moved in next door had been polite and well natured from the start. He had introduced him as an artist and handyman, specialising in metal and woodwork, although he dabbled with a canvasses now and again. In the first two days he had introduced himself to the residents of 13a and even fixed their front door that wasnt aligned properly. He wanted nothing in return just the feeling of helping others was enough for him. He appeared to be in his late twenties, tall for the average man and in shape, although not so much that it drew attention. In that first week he could occasionally be seen using the stairs or elevators, dragging up pieces of wood, iron or other materials. He would speak briefly with any residents he might encounter, now and again asking for directions to a nearby hardware store or good bar, yet never anything out of the ordinary. She and her girlfriend had heard the occasional commotion in the first week, hearing a supressed moan or the sounds of a couch or a bed moving from the friction produced during love making. The two women had chuckled because of this, even making a little game of it, guessing how long he would last. They had been quite surprised when it lasted nearly three hours. It all went horribly wrong from then on, the sounds and vibrations only increasing each week. Sometimes it was nonstop moaning and grunting, other times it was almost as if the woman was resisting and pleading, yet it always ended the same a high pitched moaning and then suddenly silence, except the sounds of him hitting unconscious flesh with his own hips. Never was it the same voice more than once, with the exception of his voice. Her girlfriend finally had enough of it at one point, nearing the end of the second month, stepping out of their apartment in the middle of the night, telling her that she was going to give their neighbour a piece of her mind. That had been the last time she had seen her girlfriend, leaving her alone in their shared apartment 13a. She had received a dry text message from her girlfriend three days later, letting the woman know that the relationship was now over and that she was fixed, no longer a lesbian. What in earth was happening in her life and what was she to do? The only thing she knew was that something had happened with her ex-girlfriend and her new neighbour, something that was so powerful that it apparently was enough to shatter a relationship of over five years and switch her ex-girlfriends sexuality back into straight lines. Why was this happening to her! And what would happen to her if she finally knocked on the mans door, telling him to stop the nonstop pounding.