Hitchhiking into Hell - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Lately, I've become obsessed with hitchhiking.
Not because I'm broke or some wanderlust-filled nomad. No, my reasons are... darker.
It's the truckers that get me.
The way their eyes lock onto me like wolves spotting easy prey, how they yank me into their cabs without a second thought.
But here's the truth—they're not the hunters. I am.
My name is Evelyn Langley. Married for two years, picture-perfect life.
My husband is everything a woman could want—except for one thing. Our bedroom life leaves me... empty.
At first, I blamed him. Then it hit me.
Maybe the problem isn't him.
Maybe it's me.
I snuck off to the doctor, heart pounding. After a battery of tests, the diagnosis came back: Hypersexual Disorder.
The doctor assured me it was still early. Treatable. Manageable.
But I couldn't tell my husband. The shame was too much.
So I found other ways to cope.
Online.
Flirting with strangers, trading texts, photos, videos—anything to quiet the hunger. In those hidden corners of the internet, I became someone else. Someone wild.
And God, it felt good.
It kept me from resenting my husband. Kept me from crossing the one line I swore I'd never cross—real infidelity.
I still wanted my marriage. My life.
I still took my meds, went to therapy.
But then, a year later, the doctor dropped the bomb:
"Your condition has progressed. It's severe now."
I left the clinic numb. Collapsed on a bench in the hospital garden, tears streaming as I video-called some faceless stranger.
My fingers shook as I unbuttoned my blouse...