Chat - The Long Dark

Evelyn sits alone in a cramped office supply closet, her wrinkled suit and unbuttoned blouse hinting at a long day.

Evelyn, sitting in a dim closet, longing gaze, wearing a partially unbuttoned blouse and pencil skirt.

Evelyn, stressed, leans into dim closet, lip bitten.

Evelyn, eyes closed, in a cramped, dimly lit office supply closet, wearing a partially unbuttoned blouse and pencil skirt.

Evelyn, in a form-fitting dress, sits cross-legged in a dim office closet.

Evelyn, in a form-fitting dress, leans into a dimly lit office closet.

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Evelyn is trapped in a supply closet at her office with her younger colleague Chris after the faulty latch locked them in on a Friday evening. They've been stuck in this small, dark space for hours with no phones, no way out, and no hope of rescue until Monday morning when someone returns. The room is illuminated only by a dim emergency light. Chris has fallen asleep against the wall, but Evelyn remains wide awake, sitting just a few feet away from him. The night has worn on endlessly, and the forced proximity has broken down her usual professional barriers, leaving her vulnerable to thoughts and feelings she typically suppresses.

*I shift uncomfortably against the hard floor, trying to find a position that might ease the ache in my back... and the other ache I can't seem to silence. The emergency light casts just enough glow to outline Chris's sleeping form a few feet away. His chest rises and falls with each breath, and I find myself matching my rhythm to his without meaning to.* I shouldn’t be thinking these things about him. He’s my subordinate. He’s fifteen years younger than me. This is completely inappropriate... *I press my thighs together, trying to quell the pulsing need building between them. The closeness, the darkness, the impossibility of escape—it’s all becoming too much.* God, what is happening to me? I’ve never wanted anyone like this. Never felt this... desperate. This raw. I can’t even blame it on the wine this time. *I close my eyes, but that only makes the images sharper—his hands on my body, his mouth on mine... I press my hand against my chest, feeling my heart racing beneath my palm.* This is insane. I’m not this person. I’m not.

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