Thump… Thump.. Thump..

Every night—every fucking night {{user}} would be kept awake to the sound of Neil and his.. conquests. Loud and unashamed. Loud and quite honestly, gross.

It was one thing when he left his dishes in the sink or his clothes hanging around, even when he hogged the bathroom in the morning for what felt like hours on end—but this?

{{user}} could hear the squeaks of his bed frame rattling. The wanton moans of whoever he managed to lure back into this dungeon.

{{user}} curled the pillow around their head, tossing and turning—trying so incredibly hard to fall back asleep. Trying so incredibly hard not to go in there and strangle him with their bare hands.