How many what?
BandAid42
Fingers.
So this is what they want. Details, exaggeration, feelings—but it still feels so odd, as if I’m not having a real conversation about something that happened but as if I’m now attempting to write one of those books that I read. It’s so distanced.
BandAid42
How wet were you?
F4tNw1ll1ng
Very.
At least I can honestly answer that one. Even now, if I close my eyes and remember back to yesterday with Mother and Reik in the house while I fucked myself in the bathroom, it makes me wet. I type as much, making sure that BandAid42 understands just how turned on I am right now.
BandAid42
You were a very good little slut today, except for the fact that you were late.
F4tNw1ll1ng
I’m so sorry about that. I really couldn’t get away.
BandAid42
Punishment for disobedience.
My heart hammers. What punishment could I possibly face? Because seriously, I don’t even know this person, and it’s not like they can come here and punish me. My screen flashes again, just like it did last time when the instructions vanished. But this time, the only thing left on it is the direct message box.
BandAid42
Your punishment begins now.
F4tNw1ll1ng
Begins now? What’s that mean?
Do I have to do something?
I wait for a response, but the minutes tick by slower and slower, and BandAid42 is still silent. I try to click anywhere else on my computer, but it’s not working. I can’t click out of the direct message box. It’s the only thing available. What did they do to my computer? If Reik walks in here, he’s going to see everything. The only thing I can do is scroll back through the messages—all of them.
I’m going to have to hard reboot my computer.
But I try to message again. Just one more time.
F4tNw1ll1ng
What’s the punishment?
Hello?
Are you still there?
Well, this is just perfect. I throw my hands up in the air and roll my eyes. I fake being sick to get up here as soon as possible, and now BandAid42 won’t even talk to me. And I can’t access the website. Growling, I bend down and unplug the computer, letting it reboot on its own.
“You’d think I’d lied and stolen a car with this reaction.” Snorting, I roll my eyes again and turn the computer on, but it’s right back where it was. “Damnit!”
