Summary
My oral fixation only grew worse after I reached adulthood.
The next time my senior at university caught me biting all ten fingers until they bled, he silently held his arm to my mouth and told me I could bite him instead.
My heart ached and swelled. Surely, if he was willing to do that much for me, he must like me.
Then a trending local post appeared in my feed.
[This girl at my university insists on biting me HERE. It’s honestly disgusting.]
The preview showed a partly exposed chest, a clear ring of teeth marks pressed into the muscle.
The photo was so suggestive that the comments came pouring in.
[Why does she only want to bite YOU?]
The poster replied, [Because her dad is my PhD supervisor. What am I supposed to do, say no…?]
My heart went cold.
I recognized the profile picture. It belonged to my senior’s alternate account.