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After an intense game of CS2, I decided to add a fellow player because he seemed chill. We hit it off, chatting for months, bonding over our shared love for the game. It was all laughs, epic moments, and what I thought was genuine friendship.
Then came the day of our CS2 LAN party at my place. Excited to finally meet my online buddy face-to-face, I welcomed him in. But as soon as he stepped through the door, things took a horrific turn.
He shoved me against the wall, his breath hot and reeking of malice as he nibbled on my ear. I could feel his unwelcome arousal pressing against me, sending chills down my spine. Reacting on instinct, I struck him with all the force I could muster, demanding he leave my house immediately.
That sick bastard's twisted desires shattered the illusion of friendship, leaving me disgusted and violated.