Purple Heart
“Oi oi oi oi oi!”
The sound of laughter and teasing filled Sheena’s room on the second floor. Inside, a small circle of her close friends and a few guys from the university’s football team surrounded a spinning bottle. It was already 3 AM, and the rest of the party had either passed out drunk on the grass, sprawled on the staircase (good luck with their backs), or disappeared into corners and vacant rooms for late-night makeout sessions. But this group was still buzzing with energy.
The bottle stopped, pointing at Misty. She screamed dramatically, throwing herself onto Alyanna’s side.
“Ate Aly, huhu ayaw!” Misty fake-cried, clutching Alyanna’s arm.
“Anong ‘ayaw’? Ikaw kaya nagsimula nito!” Sandra teased, her grin wicked as she nudged Misty.
They were playing Seven Minutes in Heaven, and of course, someone had to be paired with Misty inside the narrow walk-in closet for seven minutes. The circle was a mixed group: Alyanna, Misty, Sandra, the birthday girl Sasha, six varsity boys—none of whom Alyanna was interested in enough to learn their names—her ex-girlfriend Daniella, Cameron (who Daniella had dragged along and who Alyanna and her friends had only just met today), and three other girls from Sasha’s dance troupe.
“Fine! Ate Alyanna, ikaw na mag-ikot para sa akin,” Misty whined, looking at Alyanna with wide, pleading eyes.
“Hala, ako pa sisisihin mo ‘pag ayaw mo ‘yung natapatan?” Alyanna protested, narrowing her eyes.
“Hindi, okay lang!” Misty insisted, though the hesitation in her voice betrayed her.
Rolling her eyes, Alyanna surrendered and reached for the bottle. It spun noisily on the floor, everyone watching intently. When it finally stopped, it landed on Daniella.
Alyanna groaned audibly. “Oh, come on. You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Daniella was impossible to miss—towering at 6’1”, her presence filled the room. Alyanna had dated her once, during a phase in her life where curiosity got the better of her. She’d wanted to know what it felt like to be manhandled by a big, masculine girl. The relationship hadn’t lasted long—just two months—and Alyanna had always been sure Daniella cheated on her multiple times. Not that she cared. There was no love involved, only a fleeting exploration of lust.
Daniella smirked, brushing imaginary lint off her sleeve as the group erupted into laughter.
“Oof,” Daniella said, her voice as cocky as ever.
Misty knew about Alyanna and Daniella’s brief fling. She also knew it wasn’t rooted in love but pure physical attraction. Still, the thought of being shoved into a closet with Daniella made her hesitate. Misty glanced at Alyanna with wide eyes, silently begging for help.
The crowd, growing impatient, began booing and calling them killjoys.
“C’mon, Misty. Let’s get this over with,” Daniella said, standing up and offering her hand. Her height made her seem even more intimidating, casting a shadow over Misty and Alyanna.
Misty, reluctant as ever, finally reached for Daniella’s outstretched hand. Alyanna’s eyes flickered to Daniella’s hips—and she didn’t fail to notice the distinct bulge on her crotch. Oh, she’s packing today, Alyanna thought to herself. Good luck, Misty.
Once Misty was standing, Daniella abruptly scooped her up in a bridal carry, causing Misty to let out a high-pitched screech. Alyanna couldn’t help but snicker. Daniella was always the showoff. The size difference between them—Misty’s petite 5’3” frame against Daniella’s towering 6’1”—was almost comical.
The group watched them disappear into the closet. Someone muttered a quiet, “Good luck, Misty,” which earned a round of laughter.
With Misty gone, the space she had occupied beside Alyanna became vacant. Cameron, who had been sitting next to Misty, took advantage of the opening and scooted over, stretching out her legs for more comfort.
The timer started, and for a moment, nothing could be heard from inside the closet. The group resumed their drinking, taking turns with shots. Alyanna poured herself another one, the burn of alcohol heating her throat.
As she set her glass down, she felt Cameron’s presence beside her. Without a word, Cameron leaned forward and refilled Alyanna’s shot glass, her movements slow and deliberate. Alyanna’s heart skipped a beat.
“You okay?” Cameron asked casually, her voice cutting through the noise.
“Yeah,” Alyanna replied quickly, avoiding Cameron’s gaze.
Cameron smirked, raising her own glass. “Cheers,” she said, locking eyes with Alyanna before downing the shot in one smooth motion.
Alyanna swallowed hard, her throat burning—not from the alcohol, but from the heat of Cameron’s gaze.
Inside the closet, a loud thud echoed, followed by muffled whining and a suspiciously drawn-out groan.
The group erupted into laughter again, some calling out teasing remarks. Alyanna, meanwhile, couldn’t tear her attention away from Cameron.
For now, she let herself get lost in the reckless energy of the moment. The chaos, the alcohol, the heat of Cameron’s gaze—it was enough to make her forget everything else.
“Aaahh!” Misty’s scream echoed from inside the closet, followed by a loud thud. Then came softer thuds in quick succession, creating a rhythm that made everyone outside exchange knowing looks. Alyanna and Cameron shared a chuckle, and soon, the rest of the group joined in.
“Woah, woah, Dani, take it easy on our girl,” one of the guys teased, earning more laughter.
From within, muffled whimpers reached their ears, faint but unmistakable. Alyanna's lips quirked up slightly, though her amusement was tinged with a pang she couldn’t quite ignore. She didn’t feel much for Daniella anymore—or so she told herself—but, oh, how she missed those times.
Memories flashed unbidden: Daniella’s firm grip on her wrist as she pinned Alyanna to a wall, the rough press of her body that left no room for escape. The low, taunting laugh Daniella gave whenever Alyanna’s breath hitched from being handled so roughly yet deliberately. She could still recall the times Daniella would grab her chin, forcing Alyanna to meet her gaze, only to whisper humiliating commands in her ear that sent shivers down her spine. Alyanna would obey, flushed and trembling, because there was something intoxicating about Daniella’s dominance—how she knew exactly how far to push and how much Alyanna secretly craved it.
A sharp blare from the timer pulled her from the haze of nostalgia. Sasha and another guy rushed to open the closet, eager to catch the pair inside red-handed. They swung the door open, and the scene before them elicited a cacophony of cheers and jeers.
Daniella sat there, her jeans undone and boxers peeking out, her chest heaving as she tried to compose herself. Beside her, Misty was an even bigger mess—her blouse straps hanging off her shoulders, her skirt hitched high enough to reveal the redness on her thighs, the unmistakable imprint of Daniella’s large hands visible on her pale skin. Misty’s smudged lipstick and damp hair only added to the disheveled, post-tryst image.
“Mga gago talaga kayo!” Misty yelled, storming out of the closet toward Sasha’s bathroom, but not without nearly tripping over a penis-shaped stuffed toy she’d gifted Sasha earlier.
Cameron burst into hysterical laughter, doubling over until she almost fell against the girl beside her. As she slapped her thigh in laughter, her hand landed on Alyanna’s instead. At first, it was an innocent mistake—or so it seemed. Alyanna felt Cameron’s palm resting lightly against her skin, just above the pillow she had strategically placed over her lap. The touch was warm, sending tingles up her leg, and Alyanna found herself holding her breath.
Cameron didn’t move her hand right away. Alyanna’s mind raced. Was this intentional? She bit her lip, acutely aware of how the pillow barely covered her inner thighs while leaving the side exposed. Her skin burned under Cameron’s touch, but she made no effort to move away. In fact, she shifted ever so slightly, allowing Cameron’s fingers to graze closer to the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.
It started subtly—Cameron’s thumb tracing light, idle circles on Alyanna’s skin. The movements were languid, almost absent-minded, as if Cameron wasn’t even aware of what she was doing. But Alyanna knew better. Her breath hitched when Cameron’s hand inched higher, her fingertips brushing dangerously close to where Alyanna’s thighs met.
Her heart pounded. Every nerve in her body screamed for more, yet she felt paralyzed by the intoxicating combination of arousal and fear of being caught. She couldn’t help but steal a glance at Cameron, who still appeared engrossed in the laughter and chatter around them. Her other hand casually reached for a potato chip, completely unfazed, as though her hand wasn’t driving Alyanna insane under the guise of innocence.
Out of the corner of her eye, Alyanna noticed movement near the closet. Daniella had settled into a seat, her gaze locking onto Alyanna like a hawk spotting prey. Daniella’s eyes flicked to where Cameron’s hand rested, her lips curling into a smirk. It was a knowing smirk, one that seemed to say, I see what’s happening.
Her thighs quivered slightly under Cameron’s touch, and she fought the urge to close them, knowing it would only press Cameron’s hand closer. She cursed silently. The thrill of being touched in a room full of people, coupled with Daniella’s gaze practically burning into her, was turning her on in ways she couldn’t control.
Cameron’s fingers moved higher still, brushing against the edge of the pillow. Alyanna clenched her fists to keep from letting out a sound, her nails digging into her palms. She was teetering on the edge, and if Cameron kept this up, she wasn’t sure she could maintain her composure.
“Okay, ikot ulit!” one of the guys announced, spinning the bottle once more. Alyanna barely registered the chants and cheers as the bottle turned, her focus consumed by the maddening circles Cameron traced on her thigh. The bottle slowed, the chanting grew louder, and then it stopped—pointing directly at Alyanna.
“Oh, yung ex naman daw!” someone teased, sending a wave of laughter through the group.
A light tap on her shoulder snapped her out of her haze. Alyanna turned to see Misty, freshly returned and gesturing for her seat back. The interruption was enough for Cameron to retract her hand, leaving Alyanna feeling cold and yearning for the contact to return.
Misty sat beside her, a mischievous grin plastered on her face. “Uy, ikaw naman, Aly. Nakarma ka tuloy! Hahaha!”
Alyanna shot her a playful glare, but her lips tugged into a smile despite herself. Her heart was still racing from what just happened, but she couldn’t help but laugh along with Misty.
Misty then turned to the girl sitting beside her, her eyes scanning her with curious interest.
“Hi, ano, what’s your name again?” she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.
“Cameron,” the girl replied briefly, her smile polite but a bit shy.
“Hi, Cameron. Dani’s cousin, right?” Misty continued, leaning in slightly, clearly trying to make small talk.
"Yeah," Cameron answered, her voice steady, though she shifted a little and scooted to the side to make more room for Misty to sit.
Alyanna, still recovering from the moment with Cameron, suddenly became aware of the bottle in the center of the circle. It was her turn. She glanced around, realizing she had to spin it again for her next partner. Her fingers hesitated over the bottle as she reached for it, feeling the pressure of everyone's eyes on her. But just as her hand made contact, Sasha interrupted her, “Hep hep, kanino tumama?” Sasha asked as she returned to her seat.
“Kay Aly,” Cameron answered nonchalantly.
“Uy, totoo ba?!” Sasha’s expression lit up with mischief, and she high-fived Sandra.
“Malas mo, Ate Aly!” Sandra teased.
Alyanna frowned, puzzled by their reactions. “Huh, bakit?”
“The rules have changed this time,” Sasha announced, her grin widening with excitement. “You still need to go to the closet, but this time, you have to go alone.”
“Alone?” Alyanna repeated, her brow furrowing in confusion. The playful atmosphere suddenly felt heavier, her thoughts racing.
“Come on, bilisan mo! Nag-pla-play na yung video!” Sasha said, already grabbing her hand and tugging her toward the closet, ignoring Alyanna’s protests.
“Huh, what video?” Alyanna asked, still trying to catch up with the sudden shift in the game.
Before she could process, Sandra wrapped her arm around Sasha’s, cutting her off. “Wala, wala! Wala kang narinig! Pasok ka lang,” Sandra said, her tone firm but playful as she pushed Alyanna into the closet.
“Eh? Wait—” Alyanna barely managed to protest as the door closed behind her, feeling a mix of frustration and curiosity bubbling inside her.
“Don’t be a killjoy, Ate Aly!” Sasha called out, her voice a mixture of teasing and mischief. Alyanna could hear the smirk in her words just before the door clicked shut, the sound echoing in the small, confined space. She was left in eerie silence for a moment, the weight of the situation sinking in.
Inside the closet, Alyanna took in her surroundings. The space was dimly lit by purple LED strips lining the walls. It was spacious for a closet, yet still felt stifling. A full-length mirror covered one side, and a small tripod stood before it, holding a phone aimed at her legs. The camera was recording.
On the floor beside the tripod was a violet heart-shaped card tied with a ribbon. Alyanna recognized it immediately. Her friends used these whenever they issued serious dares. Each color represented one of them—violet for Sasha.
From outside, the faint sounds of laughter and chatter seeped through the walls, each burst of conversation reminding Alyanna of the group just beyond the door. Her fingers trembled as she forced herself to take a deep, steadying breath. She bent down, her heart thudding in her chest, and picked up the card, the ribbon slipping through her fingers like a reminder of the dare that loomed ahead.
Her mind raced as she untied the ribbon, the soft rustling of the paper against the silence almost deafening. When she finally read the dare, her stomach lurched, the words on the card seeping into her thoughts like a cold rush. Nerves and hesitation clawed at her insides, but there was something else—a jolt of excitement that she couldn’t shake, even though she knew exactly what to expect.
"Masturbate in front of the camera for 7 minutes. Send the video to someone."
The weight of the dare hit her all at once, and her thoughts instantly narrowed to one person—someone who had consumed her thoughts for days, the only one who had become her current obsession. Her pulse quickened at the thought, and for a moment, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the words.
She knew she’d probably regret it. But for now, the alcohol gave her the push she needed, and she wasn’t about to back out.
Alyanna exhaled sharply, her breath shaky as she fought to suppress the mix of disbelief and growing tension in her chest. She muttered under her breath, barely louder than a whisper, “This is insane.”