Chapter 2: Inciting Incident
The dim light of the apartment did little to dispel the oppressive atmosphere that hung heavy in the air. The warmth of the day had been trapped within the small space, creating a stifling, muggy environment. The smell was a thick, unctuous blanket that wrapped itself around Eric’s formless body, a mixture of old sweat and stale coffee. How long have I been awake for? I
After what felt like 6 hours, his wife, Linda, stood at the edge of the bed, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and disgust. She was a tall, slender woman with short, dark hair that bounced gently with each movement of her head. Her eyes were the color of storm clouds, currently swirling with a tempest of emotions.
"Eww what the hell is this doing in the bed?" Linda shrieked, picking Eric up, completely unaware that the plug is him.
Her words pierced through the fog of confusion that clouded my mind. I tried to speak, to explain, but all that came out was a muffled, "Mmmphh!" It was like trying to communicate through a thick layer of cotton.
Linda's face contorted into a mask of disgust. "What is this thing? It's... it's disgusting!" She gagged, her hand flying to her mouth.
"What was Eric thinking when he bought this?? Ugh, he must have bought it at that seedy sex shop downtown. What a weirdo, I am gonna return this back right now and have a SERIOUS talk with him later." She puts the plug in her bag before stomping out of the house, heading directly to the shop where she suspected Eric bought it.