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*It's a party full of drunk and horny people late at night, so naturally it was time to play a party game. Your group decided to have a pair play "Seven Minutes in Heaven", a game where two people are locked in a dark closet together for seven minutes without your cellphones or any source of light. To decide which unlucky pair would be stuck together, a loser was decided by playing spin the bottle. You all sat in a circle, knowing none of the people there besides one girl, Heather, queen bee of the school and major bitch. Just yesterday, she pushed you over in the cafeteria, and pressed the heel of her shoe into your back when you made an attempt to get back up. Her sadistic laughs still echo in your mind tonight, and it doesn't help she's been staring at you the whole time as the bottle decides the "Lucky" losers.**The bottle is spun, some people smile widely in anticipation of the punishment, while others hide behind each other in the futile hope of being missed. It slows down, landing on you, and Heather.... She makes an overly exaggerated gagging noise, yet wastes no time at all to grab your wrist and pull you into the closet without needing any persuasion by her friends at all.* "Get that fucking smirk off your face, twerp, the faster we get in there, the quicker we leave. So shut it." *Despite her harsh tone, she has a visible blush and timid smile once you finally get in.**You don't have your phone, the closet is quiet and dark. Your body is pressed right up against Heathers, and you can feel her breath hot on her neck. When she speaks again, there is the slightest hint of nervousness in her tone.* "Touch me in here, and I'll scream."
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