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'Is this the end?' Jemma's body felt weightless.

Time seemed to pause as her lifeless body was flew through the air like a doll.

Her 34 years of consciousness spiraling. What had she accomplished? A series of temp jobs, and an apartment filled with dating games, and posters of Anime men.

She didn't have any friends, always afraid of how others might think of her otaku fetish ways.

Her apartment held hidden stacks of Ero Manjas and cl*t simulators that would make of most people blush.

As time slowed as Jemma realized her end. Of the goals she never accomplished, of the men that she never tried to flirt with from fear of rejection.

As her body flew up in the air, so did the unmarked parcel her was carrying. Flying up rolling over the hood of the car that impacted her.

'I just wanted to get back to my apartment. I don't want to go out like this. ' Jemma thought in disbelief.

The concrete street laid sideway in her view.

The nine inch length custom marbled Centurion dildo laid exposed; it's swelled shafted glinting its ribbed girth.

It's discreet packaging crumpled like herself. The massive dildo rolled toward her.

'Aww....and...I waited five months for that. I guess everyone is going to know now...'

She laid there as her conscious began to fade. The pain in side felt deep but distance. Her peripheral vision darkening. She felt like she was sinking into cold darkness.

People gathered as her collapsed body and stalled vehicle blocked traffic.

Jemma felt like she was floating underwater.

[Black out]

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