You terminated the call and allowed the phone to drop onto your lap. A feeling of panic slowly sunk in, as you struggled to make sense out of Tora's call. Actually, it was quite simple. You gazed emptily at a foot-tall porcelain cat sitting across the room, as your memories gradually assembled themselves.
Since adolescence, writing had been an important part of your life, due to the fact that it was a way to safely express your fantasies and emotions, as long as you could shield these texts from your friends and family's eyes. During the last year of your relationship with Tora, you frequently shared her laptop, which in turn forced you to move your files elsewhere. You were fortunate enough to have a friend, a graduate, who was willing to lend you some space in his server, no questions asked. Obviously, you never revealed the address or password of the site to Tora, leading you to believe some trace of your clandestine activities must have persisted in her computer. If this was the case, it would probably be in an obscure, yet possibly unencrypted, part of the hard drive. Based on your ex-girlfriend's words, this theory was the sole culprit to your current predicament. You couldn't explain how she managed to uncover the evidence... but nevertheless, you were certain.
Unfortunately, your sudden moment of lucidity was soon overshadowed by the underlying dismay left behind by Tora's phone call. Your mind unfolded into a chaotic net of questions: what was she going to do next? What were you going to do? What was your former girlfriend hoping to achieve by exposing you? Would she expose you at all, or would she blackmail you? You could not address any of those issues in a convincing manner, only adding up to your distress.
In the midst of this mental confusion, two paths laid themselves within your brain: either, you would confront Tora, which sincerely frightened you, otherwise you wouldn't have hung up on her; or... well, you would coward away, as you had before. If you chose to this, though, you feared what your former girlfriend could attempt. Thinking of all the scenarios, all the shameful possibilities, your doubt and discomfort grew stronger. Without even making a single threat, Tora had succeeded to frighten you to the point where you felt that it would have been easier to just admit how much you still dreamed about her feet... it was just that... it made sense for you to worship her now. Clearly, you weren't equals, and truly you didn't mind. For once, you wanted to stare at her toes and not have to retract yourself in shame. You wanted to kiss her beautiful soles, knowing that your mistress... your girlfriend... your ex-girlfriend... approved! Oh, what were you rambling about... the fear was getting to you!
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