Trapped

You are shocked as your eyes look at the bottle. Should you throw it to the ground, smashing it? Should you open it, drink it? It was your roommate's breast milk, you couldn't do that, even if it was put with all of the food and drink. Still, it was given to the house. If you didn't drink it, would the house think that she wasn't contributing anything. You were trapped, unsure what was safe, and what would put Erica in danger of another punishment. So you decide what to do. You put it on the counter, next to the vodka, and walk away.

You walk to the bathroom. Sitting down with your pants down, you try to think about what to do next. Should you tell her about it? What about the others? None of you should be left in the dark about this. That seems like an actionable plan, tell everyone about it, with Erica being the last to know, probably with everybody else there so it doesn't look like you are the lone man, torturing her with this information.

Now what to do about the milk. Destroy it? No, that seems like a good way to piss off the app. Drink it? No, that's just wrong on so many levels. And how would Erica even react to that? Hey, I was thirsty, so I knowingly drank your breast milk from the fridge. It's really good, have you had a change in your diet?

No, neither of those were good options. That left two options. Not drink it and leave it in the fridge. Or drink it, but in a way that would hide the taste, that would ease your conscious even a little by not just drinking what would come from the source...

You shudder, as you feel your cock rise as you think of her breasts, the way they lay last night, the feeling of them under your fingers, the soft flesh that you'd wrapped around your hard cock. You are already hard, despite cumming less than 30 minutes ago.

You **** it from your mind. Uh, the options. Right, the first was probably the better option to start. Leave it there. If she gets her points and they just sit in the fridge, well, that's pretty much like it never enters your life again. The other option, cooking with it or otherwise adulterating it by mixing it is a good backup plan. That would be the plan you'd suggest to them, to ignore it until you have to use it, then use it by mixing it with things.

You stand up, flushing, putting on your pants as you think you have a game plan. You wash your hands, drying them with the towel next to the bathroom sink. Your hand goes to the door, turning it, the lock popping free as something catches your eye. You turn to look at the bathtub/shower.

There, on about half of the bathtub, the side with the drain, is a purple portal. It looks like the portal from the game Portal, literally, one of blue's two portals. Like it had been fired at the bottom of the tub, no second portal to look through, just a purple ring with purple mist on it's surface.

Your curiosity consumes you. What is this? Well that question at least feels easy enough.

Hiding Hole

A pocket dimension that only you can enter or see. Can be placed on a floor or a wall. Items that have a limited distance cannot be used within it, regardless of the entrance's placement. Useful for when a bitch wants to punch you out and you need a place to hide. Can also be useful to check your phone in if you're afraid somebody is catching on. User satisfaction is high.

You step into the bathtub. I mean, it's only smart, right? You don't want to have Erica running in, trying to punch you, only to learn you need to say a command word or whatever right. So you're just checking it, for science. You kneel down, reaching out your hand, moving closer and closer to the purple mist. That's how you had tested the door right? Well this is just one more thing to test. You touch the purple mist. And you are consumed by vertigo, as your perspective shifts.

Now you are still knelt, still with your hand extended, but you are in a black room. Obsidian, great to see it's still on brand. But your position has shifted, before you were looking down at the portal, now you are looking up at... the portal. The portal is no longer an opaque purple, but clear. You are looking up at the back of the shower. Great, the placement made you a little peep show. Great...

You lay down, finding the space is just large enough to allow you to lay down comfortably._ _The space is just about large enough to sit or kneel in comfortably. Welp, great to know, you checked out what you had bought this morning.

Your hand reaches up, only to stop as you hear something. Your heartbeat swallows your ears, as you hear the sound of the door opening. You shift in the hole, until you can see the bathroom sink, where Rebecca stands, a white bottle in her hand. She opens it, before bringing the bottle to her lips. Erica's milk from the countertop. She gasps in refreshment, as she turns, locking the door. And then her hands go to her top, pulling it up and over her head.__

As you look on. Trapped.__