Getting the space ready

You begin thinking. You want to fuck Madison so bad. But you wanted more than that. You wanted to hatefuck the little bitch who did you wrong all those years ago and wanted to act like everything was fine now. And you wanted it bad.

After parting ways with Madison for the day, you retire for the night to your pocket dimension to think--and you think you have your plan.

Over the course of the next few days, you'd begin befriending her and acting like you'd forgotten the falling-out the two of you had. Once she began trusting you, eventually she'd ask for directions and ask you to take her someplace. That's where you'd make your move.

Under the guise of taking a "shortcut," you'd lead her to a quiet area and an unsuspecting doorway. That's where you'd make your move. In an instant, the doorway she meant to go through would turn into a portal and whisk her away to the beginning of her sexual and emotional torment.

With your plan in mind, you begin the waiting game, which, since you had to act like you actually liked the slut, was arguably the hardest part of the entire plan.

The first few days were the worst. She was such an airhead, constantly losing things, forgetting to take notes, and even forgetting her glasses at times. It took everything you had not to take her then and there. But there were witnesses. People would notice if a beautiful woman suddenly disappeared. So you had to bide your time.

Eventually a week passed. And she began trusting you more and more.

Soon enough, on a Friday, she finally popped the question:

"Hey, would you wanna go clubbing with me downtown tonight? I still don't know any of the good spots, so I'd be glad to have someone show me :)" The message reads. Your cock begins hardening at the message itself, and your heart begins racing. Tonight, you'd finally get to use Maddie in a space where nothing else mattered.