Take the plunge.

Seraphine hasn't moved an inch. She's still just over the desk, underwear down and legs opened, to leave her pussy in full view. She's clearly waiting for you to do something. And luckily, you don't know if you can stop yourself from doing this. Even if you do get the worst feeling when around her, the sight of her bent over like this is completely irresistible.

You feel like you'd best not waste time, so you lift your skirt and get into position. The outside of her entrance is as warm and wet as ever, and you can't resist long at all before sliding yourself in.

As you start moving, you're not in the groove like you were with other girls. It's because something strange is happening - or rather, isn't happening. When in the act of sex, Lara or Alex moaned, or Gracie whined... Seraphine is just silent. Her breathing even seems under control.

So, at the worst possible time, an uncomfortable silence sets in, only broken by your uncontrollable little whimpers as you move away inside her. The sensations of sex course up your body... and do battle with the negativity that's never stopped plaguing your brain.

What could this possibly mean? She hates this, doesn't she? The fact that she's not making any sounds means you're not doing a good job. Alex was just being nice to you. This is how you really are. A disappointment. And Seraphine has been the only one who's let you know that for sure.

Your mind is so distracted by the wallowing that you don't quite notice yourself continuing to pump in and out until it feels like the end is near. Clearly something about your **** mind has enjoyed the sex, even if it feels like your partner hasn't.

And the strange thing is, even when you come inside her, she's deathly quiet. Only a little squeak, and then it's gone. You let your release complete, throbbing as you fill her, and then you withdraw, bit by bit, hoping against hope that she might approve of you somehow, to break the overwhelming sense of despair that has set in after you came down.

And just seconds after, she's completely unflappable. She raises her panties again and turns to you, that familiar glare piercing you. "I trust you enjoyed that," is all she says as she takes her leave, as if nothing ever happened.

Because, your mind tells you - for it's your only partner in this situation - to her, it really is as if nothing ever happened. Because you're a disappointment. She can't stand you, and you've made it worse.

Your head spins just a bit more. The voices from within, the ones that judge, are growing louder and louder, in the silence of this dusty old archive. And no doubt, if you're left alone for much longer, it'll only become more intense, more clouding. You fear that soon, as so often before, you'll be dominated by your greatest enemy - your own mind.

You have to find someone... You need help.