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It’s the most recent of tens and tens of messages that have gone unanswered. But this one confuses me. What are they talking about?
Me: Excuse me?
Unknown Number: The set up. The shower. What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Not making a video, that’s for goddamn sure.
How—?
My stomach sinks to my butt and falls right through the floor and down into the pizza shop below. They know that I’m getting ready to stream. The only way they would know that is if they can see me, but all of my curtains are pulled shut — have been since they revealed they know where I live. So…
Me: Can you fucking see me?
Unknown Number: You are not going to get naked for other people, Clara. You are mine. No one else gets to see your body now that I’ve claimed it.
I laugh out loud, an unamused cackle as I step back into my bedroom. They must have snuck in here, picked the lock somehow, and installed cameras. How the fuck else would they be able to see me right now.
“Listen here, you little fuck!” I shout as I look around my room. “You don’t own me! I will do whatever the hell I want! Whatever the hell I need to do to survive! Just…fuck off!”
In a rage, I storm back into my bathroom and crank the shower up as hot as I can stand it. I want to burn the eyes of my stalker off my skin. The little fucking shit just breaking into my life whenever they feel like it! Making me come and then disappearing except for random meaningless texts throughout the day.
My head is a fucking mess. I can’t decide if I’m afraid or turned on. There’s a really big part of me that actuallymissesthem. I want them to come back, sneak into my room again, and touch me this time. I want them to take off their mask and show me that beautiful face. I want to feel what that tongue piercing can do. I’ve heard stories…
But it’s not right. I shouldn’t feel this way. You’re not supposed to fall for your stalker or want them around. I should be going to the cops or moving and cutting ties with anything that could help them trace me. And yet here I am, shouting at cameras that I don’t even know whether or not they exist. I’m entertaining this fucking psycho because my traitorous pussy is excited by it all.
I feel like I could cry, but I refuse to give them the satisfaction. I will not cry. I’m going to finish my shower, put on some sexy lingerie, and make a goddamn video. I’m going to make some fucking money without the help of my stalker.
When I’m finally dressed and ready, I check my phone one more time, surprised to find they haven’t texted me. I guess my screaming at nothing actually did the trick. Shit, maybe there are some secret cameras hidden around my apartment. Guess that’s going to be the next thing I have to take care of.
People tune in quickly as I go live, and I give everyone a few minutes to join before things really get started. I talk to everyone, thank them for joining, and tease them with small touches until the money starts coming in fast. Tips are sent in quickly, making my total hit $100 within the first five minutes.
I focus on watching the screen, making sure as I touch myself that my face doesn’t slip into the line of the camera. It’s easy to get my body ready. All I have to do is imagine it’sthemtouching me instead of my own hands. I refuse to let it get to me that I’m getting off on an unknown person.
“Hey there, doll face.”
My eyes fly open and land on the person dressed all in black standing in my bedroom doorway. My heartbeat kicks up to a point I think I might pass out. I’m frozen, one hand between my thighs and the other playing with my nipples. They’re still wearing their mask and gloves, leaving everything covered but their pretty blue eyes.
In this light, I can see they’ve painted black around the holes in their mask, and their eyelashes have been coated with a white mascara. It gives them a dangerous look, one that excites and terrifies me at the same time. I see their lips move into a smile behind that mask, and heat floods my body.
“Ah, ah,” they say as I reach out toward my phone, ready to turn it off. “What was it you said?”
They move from my doorway in slow, measured steps as they look around my room. I can see the comments flooding in as more and more people join, but I’m too afraid to take my eyes off the intruder.
“I don’t own you?” I can see them smile from behind their mask. “And you’ll do whatever the fuck you want? So do it.”
CHAPTER12
Io
She’slike a little bird caught in my cage. She really didn’t think I’d show up here after her little outburst, and really, I shouldn’t have. But it turned me on, seeing her stand up for herself like that. Her cheeks turned pink from anger, and her arms were flailing all over the place as she let out her frustrations.
I was going to give her some more time after what happened at her friend’s apartment, let her have a few more days to adjust to the fact that I’m in her life now. I was keeping my distance, sending her the odd text here and there while watching her watch movies and eat far too much takeout. I don’t think the girl has eaten a single vegetable in the past week.
But as she dips her pretty little fingers back into her cunt, I’m reminded of just how fucking sweet she tasted the other day. I was really just going to have her close her eyes as I slipped out and left her to get some sleep. But when she wouldn’t look away, being so brave as she stared me down, I couldn’t help myself.
“You’re just going to watch?”
“Why?” I smile. “Do you want me to touch you?”
Her eyes flit to the phone and then back to me. She’s clearly unsure as to what’s going to happen here, and I love it.
