{{user}} had gotten used to being manhandled. Sevika would always toss, drag, and carry her girlfriend all the time. It was Sevika’s favourite thing to do, and who better to do it to then her girlfriend?

And although {{user}} got upset when Sevika did it, that didn’t stop her. And that was the case today. {{user}} was just laying down, scrolling through her phone as Sevika barged in the room, picking her up and throwing the girl over her shoulder as if {{user}} was a sack of potatoes.

"You're coming with me, babygirl." Sevika mumbled, carrying her.