Risk the subway

Whatever has been tormenting you found you in the hotel and the park, so you can’t imagine why the subway is any worse option than trying to walk. At least it’s faster and you’d get back to the hotel sooner, hopefully with enough time to get them to make you a new room key before your friends returned.

You make your way through the wooded parts as much as possible to the edge of the park, trying to avoid the crowds of people thronging in to enjoy the same sunny day that brought you here. You step out onto the path, trying to act as casually as you can. You aren’t that interesting - this is a huge city and people have seen far weirder sights than you. Or so you hoped.

But as you make your way to the exit, you keep feeling people looking.

No, not looking. Staring. You feel the chill on your back as if you are being watched, but… you never actually see it.

A young blonde woman is approaching on the path. She has her arm around her boyfriend’s waist, laughing at something he’d said and looking up at him lovingly. She seems totally engrossed in him and doesn’t even notice you, or anything else in the world. But just as you pass her, she abruptly leans over and whispers in your ear.

“SLUT.”

You jump to the side in surprise, and whirl around to spit back some venom of your own. But a few steps past you, she’s already speaking to her boyfriend again. As if that little insult never happened. Did it? Did you make it up? As you watch, the boyfriend slides his hand down the back of her waistband and grabs a handful of her ass cheek. In full view of everyone! You’re not easily shocked after what happened to you, but still you gasp and look around to see if anyone else saw that. But no one else seems to have seen, or if they did no one cared. You know you should just turn and keep walking, but you have to look again. His hand is out of her pants now, but she giggles and starts to lead him off the path, back into the heavy bushes you just left. You realize with a jolt that they’re going back there to fuck, and you realize with a larger jolt that you want to follow them and watch.

No. No. NO. You drag yourself away, a twang of disappointment across the nipple chain as you do. Fortunately, it doesn’t get any worse than that.

You walk faster, which only exacerbates how ridiculous you look. But the crowds passing seem to be paying you slightly more attention now. One guy breaks off from his small group heading to the basketball courts to whisper “WHORE” at you. A grandma pushing a cart of groceries calls you “TRAMP.” An overly insistent balloon vendor refuses to let you pass until you accept one, and only a few steps later do you realize it reads CUNT. You release it and hurry off without even watching it float away. You can’t tell if these things you are seeing and hearing are real or not. This city and this curse are making you doubt your own sanity.

The subway station is fortunately calm on your side of the platform. Most people are heading the opposite direction from you, so you stand far off to the side until your train arrives. When it does, you find the most secluded seat in the back and strenuously avoid looking up and seeing anything else. If you don’t see them, maybe they can’t see you? It doesn’t seem likely to work, but nothing else has.

The trip is nerve-wracking but otherwise uneventful. When the train calls out your stop, you get up to make your way to the doors. But suddenly, the train rocks to the side, knocking you forward and chest-first into the pole. You try to steady yourself and step away, but realize with horror that you cannot. As you lurched forward, your hand pulled free from your waistband instinctively and grabbed the pole. And somehow the chain between your finger and your clit is now connected around the subway pole, securing you to it. You can hold the pole and cover the chain, which looks very silly as you are completely pressed against it. But that doesn’t leave you any way to disembark. You watch helplessly as your stop comes and goes, trying to figure out a way to release yourself from this trap that you blundered right into before you get too far.

You look up at the map. The line continues for several more stops before it ends… at which point the conductor will eject everyone from the train for the return trip. Your cheeks flush hot at the possibility that he’ll find you like this. Maybe they’ll have to unscrew and remove the whole pole to free you, which would be unspeakably humiliating. But you still have to get to the end of the line first…