Milena awoke with a start, her heart pounding in her chest. The events of the previous night played back in her mind like a twisted fever dream. She had been at a party, enjoying the company of friends and the flow of alcohol, when Albertine had approached her. A gorgeous woman, with long luscious hair and eyes that seemed to glow in the dim lighting, Milena had been instantly drawn to her.
They had spoken for a while, their conversation flowing easily, and before Milena knew it, they had left the party together. They walked along the deserted streets, the cool night air sending shivers down Milena's spine. It wasn't until they had turned a corner and found themselves standing before an old, dilapidated building that she began to feel uneasy.
Albertine led her into the darkness of the building, the only light coming from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. They ascended a rickety staircase, the boards creaking under their feet, and Milena couldn't shake off the feeling that she was being led into a trap.
Finally, they reached the top floor, and Albertine turned to face her, a knowing smile on her lips. "You have no idea what you're in for, do you?" she purred, her voice seductive and dangerous. Milena shook her head, feeling a sudden wave of nausea wash over her.
Albertine grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards a large mirror. As Milena looked into it, she saw that she was alone. Confused, she turned to face Albertine, only to find she had disappeared. She spun around, searching for any sign of her, but the room was empty.
That's when she felt it – a warm, rancid wind filling her nostrils. She gasped, recognizing the putrid scent of a fart. She spun around, trying to locate the source of the odor, but it was everywhere. She covered her nose and mouth with her hands, trying to block out the stench, but it only seemed to intensify.
Suddenly, Albertine was standing before her, a wicked grin on her face. "You really are a bitch," she said, her voice filled with contempt. "You think you're better than me, don't you? Well, let's see how you like this."
Albertine's hands shot out, pushing Milena's face into the mirror. "Look at yourself," she hissed. "You're not the only one who's a freak."
As Milena gazed into the mirror, she realized the truth of Albertine's words. Her reflection was distorted, the smell of farts emanating from her pores. She was a freak, just like Albertine.
Suddenly, Albertine's hands were on her shoulders, and she felt a hot, wet fart blasting into her face. She tried to turn away, but it was too late. Another fart hit her, this one even hotter and more revolting than the last.
She felt like she was going to throw up, but she couldn't move. Albertine's hands were like steel pincers, holding her in place as she continued to fart on her face. Milena closed her eyes, trying to block out the stench and the humiliation, but it was no use.
Finally, it was over. Albertine released her, and Milena collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. She opened her eyes and saw that Albertine was gone. She was alone, once again, in the abandoned building.
Shaking, she stood up and stumbled towards the door. She didn't know how she was going to explain this to anyone, let alone herself. All she knew was that she never wanted to see Albertine again.
As she left the building, the smell of farts still clinging to her skin, she couldn't help but wonder what had happened to her. Was she always like this, a freak hidden beneath the surface? Or had something changed her, made her into the person she was today?
Regardless of the answers, one thing was certain – her life would never be the same again.
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