Now you've been seeking out new lows with increasing frequency

The obsession has taken full hold of you now. It's your secret vice, as unbreakable as a crack whore's need to shoot up. You've tried to master it, to hold out, to veer away from the disgusting encounters, but it's only from those degrading moments of rough, furious rutting that you can find your pleasures. And lately it seems to take ever-more humiliating situations and types to satisfy you.

When you're out with Jacob or at school you're all prim and proper, smiling and acting the perfect girlfriend. If he hints at being horny you're rubbing against him, **** to feel him within you, but even more **** to have this time be the one that would switch off the dark desires.

It never is. Not that Jacob knows. Or complains.