Emma was an uptight, pedantic, know-it-all wannabe-intellectual. Needless to say, we didn’t like her. But unfortunately, we couldn’t afford the apartment on our own, and Emma was the only roommate we could find at the time.
I grabbed a cold soda and popped it open, then took a long drink from it. I felt the chill spread through my throat and chest and felt a slight relief, but then the compulsive thoughts returned, and I was reliving the same scene again. I downed my drink hoping for relief, but it didn’t come this time around. The thoughts of sweaty, obscene s*x would not relent.
I felt trapped. I felt breathless. I felt a desperation I hadn’t felt before. 'This is what claustrophobia must feel like,' I thought.
Not knowing what else to do, I went into the bathroom, locked the door, tu
