“Lizzie!” Reik’s voice echoes again.
I wince so hard. I don’t have time for this, yet my body is on fire and ramped up to go like it has never been before. But I don’t have time to do anything about it. Mother’s here, and I need to go downstairs and entertain, pretend to be the vanilla, perfect wife that Reik married, the one person who will cater to him and her without complaint, because that’s theonlyrole that I have.
BandAid42
What. Do. You. Want?
I type back quickly. It’s as if a clock is ticking somewhere, and I can’t make it stop to save my life. And I need to. Because I need to know what BandAid42 wants to do to me. If they even want me. Because they might not. Not after they see me.
F4tNw1ll1ng
Everything. I just want to feel free, taken, wanted. Like I’m the absolute center of someone else’s desire because I am sexy. I want to feel like I’m so irresistible that no one can keep their hands off me.
I hit send and wait. That’s too much. It has to be. There’s no response, and Reik and Mother talk loudly enough downstairs that the murmur of their voices float through the vents in the house. I really can’t wait any longer to make an appearance. I have to get down there.
BandAid42
Do everything I say. Then tomorrow, at 4pm, come and tell me every single detail.
F4tNw1ll1ng
Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving.
BandAid42
I don’t repeat commands.
Instructions flash across the screen. I read through them swiftly.
1. Get a scarf.
2. Tie one end around your neck and the other end around something else with enough tension that it feels nearly painful.
3. Strip naked.
4. Keep the lights on. Place your phone with the camera on, turned on you, and watch everything you do to yourself.
4. Masturbate.
5. Think only of me.
And then they’re gone.
As if they never existed.
My computer flashes brightly before it goes black. I tap the keys, trying to wake it up, but it’s not working. My entire browser has restarted on its own, and the conversation is lost. Sitting heavily in the computer chair, I rake my fingers through my hair and cover my face, sighing into my hands.
“What the hell are you doing, Lizzie?” I mumble to myself.
“Lizzie!” Reik yells again, this time angrier than before.
“Coming!” I shout back.
Damnit.
Chapter 7
February 14 - Hour 4
