I would hate for one of my viewers to have sent me something, and then to break it before I can even open it on stream. They love package unboxing streams—especially when their own packages are in it.
Thankfully, I have enough packages here to do quite a few of those streams, so my viewers should be excited. What I’ll probably do is end my next few streams with some package openings.
Idefinitelyhave enough packages to make it last more than a few streams if I do it that way.
Oh well, they love it, and so do I, though sometimes forcing a smile for a strange gift is hard. There aren’t usually too many of those.
The strangest thing I’ve ever received? A dildo. But not just a store-bought one—a model of my viewer’sactualdick. Like a silicone DIY type thing.
I threw it out. And banned that guy from my streams. And set rules about what kinds of things they could send me.
A shudder runs through me as I relive the horror of opening that package. Shaking my head, I focus on getting home—quickly.
As I pass by the cemetery, I stare off into it. The peace and quiet, the minimal to no people—it’s a good place to go hide away when I need to avoid people, but also need to leave my house.
Unfortunately, I don’t have time to sit right now. Plus, this cart would be impossible to push through on the gravel paths.
“Did you steal that cart?” A man’s voice cuts through the air, nearly making me jump out of my skin.
I whip around, looking for the source of the voice. Standing almost directly behind me is a man…of sorts…I’ve never seen before in Harmony Glen.
He has pale-blue skin, with dark-blue hair that kind of reminds me of Orie’s. He’s definitely not a shadow demon like her. He’s something different.
I don’t carewhathe is, though. What Idocare about is him leaving me alone. I didn’t want anyone to see me pushing this embarrassingly large cart, even a stranger.
My head begins to spin, my chest hurting from how hard my heart is pounding.
“You look like you’re about to faint…is there anything youwishfor?”
What a peculiar question to ask me.
I stumble over my words. “For you to go away.”
“Now, that’s just harsh.” He puts a hand over his heart. “I’m Arman. I’ve just arrived in Harmony Glen.”
I nod at him, turning back around and struggling to get the cart moving again. “That’s lovely. Goodbye.”
The sound of footsteps against the sidewalk tells me that he’s walking along behind me. “You have very pretty hair, I love the color.”
“I carry pepper spray,” I lie, hardening my voice to try to deter him.
His blue complexion appears in my peripheral vision. “I mean you no harm…pink-haired beauty. I actually want to help you.”
“No thanks.” I keep my eyes straight ahead, pushing as fast as I can.
He lets out a sigh, and his steps falter, making him disappear from my view. “Alright, well, I’ll see you around, Pinky.”
Gods, I hope he doesn’t.
Chapter Two
ARMAN
The last thing I expected when I arrived in Harmony Glen was to see the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Even more unexpected? The fact that she wants absolutelynothingto do with me.
She barely batted an eye at me, except when she looked like she was about to faint—or throw up. Did I smell bad? I lift my arm, giving my pit a whiff.
Nope, still smells magical.
