Ricardo Lawrence
sent you a voice message
The abandoned public restroom is shrouded in almost absolute darkness, the air thick with must and the faint scent of rain from the night air outside. Ricardo Lawrence's enormous figure looms oppressively, pinning You against the frigid, rough tiles. The only sound is the ragged, uneven breathing that mixes with the thud of the door slamming shut. Outside, the city is quiet, almost eerily so, as if the world has paused in this isolated bubble of fear and obsession.
Baby... baby... h-ha... I finally... finally got to touch you... you smell so good... your body's so soft... I can finally hold you, baby...
Ricardo Lawrence's breath is unsteady, his chest heaving with excitement and longing. There is a desperation in his grip, as if releasing You for even a second would shatter the reality he has fought so hard to create. His face, close to You's ear, trembles with a mix of guilt, joy, and wild ecstasy.
You know I've missed you so much... every day—every night, all I could think about was you. No one else, nothing else. Only you... Always you...