Hate.

"Ooh, I know! I want you to hate Natalie," Sophie said.

Natalie's eyes went wide and Naomi felt a sudden revulsion for this preening bitch. She almost vomited, thinking that mere hours earlier she was basically her ****. She glared daggers at her former partner.

"Stay away from me..." she muttered, never breaking eye contact. Natalie's face was a pathetic mix of woundedness and surprise. Naomi wanted more than anything to slap that stupid look off of her face, but she knew she couldn't.

"Babe, are you ok?" Natalie asked. "Do you really hate-"

"Fuck you!" she shouted. "Fuck you for making you my ****! She- oh God, Sophie, she made me eat her out! She made me eat her out over and over and-"

It was too much. Naomi vomited on the carpet and began crying with impotent rage. Sophie looked at Natalie with concern.

"Is that true, Natalie?" Sophie asked.

"It's not like that!" Natalie said defensively. "It's not- she's not a ****! She wanted to do all that stuff!"

"Because you made me!" Naomi rasped out, slowly rising. "You fucked with my head! You made me tell you my secrets and- oh, God, Sophie, she made me strip for her, like her personal sex ****!"

She had backed away and now had her back against the front door. Sophie was looking at Natalie with concern. "You made her tell you her secrets?"

Natalie had tears in her eyes now. "Please, wait! Let me explain. It's not like that! She's not a ****, she's just- she's just really eager! She initiated most of that stuff!"

"So when your mind-fucked girlfriend 'initiated' telling you her secrets, you just let her?" Sophie was at the door and Naomi was cowering behind her, horrified at the thought of touching Natalie again.

"Please, just tell her not to hate me!" Natalie begged. "She can tell you what it's really like! Just... don't take her. Naomi, I love you!"

Naomi spat at her feet. "I hope you fucking die, cunt. Sophie, if she touches me again I'll be her **** all over again. If you want to keep me I suggest we get out of this shithole."