Chapter 7

Krystal spent all of her Saturday morning curled up in bed, scrolling through her social media, watching YouTube videos, or masturbating, anything to keep her mind occupied. At one point she was tempted to drive over to Jasmine’s place and hang out with her and Evan, but decided against it, knowing they wouldn’t want her intruding. Instead, she started a YouTube video on her laptop and touched herself.

Her fingers were working her clit, the fast motion sending waves of pleasure through her body as she watched a video of Harry Potter lore on her laptop. Soon her finger was barely grazing her clit as she was more focused on the content than her own arousal.

When the video ended, her hand stopped, and a feeling of frustration swept over her.

“What am I doing?” She sighed, closing her laptop.

She rose from her bed and stretched her arms above her head, the cool air caressing her naked body. As she walked to the bathroom, her laptop pinged. She ran over to the computer and opened it, seeing a new message waiting for her.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, her eyes widening. “Is this him? Finally!”

Her heart raced as she clicked on the message, ready to read his response.

“Hello, my name is Mark. I’m a 37 year old white male, 6’1, athletic, slim build, brown hair and blue eyes. I’m interested in what you are looking for. Can you just confirm the details?”

“He responded!” She squealed, excited.

She quickly typed out her reply:

“Hi, Mark! It’s great to hear from you. The details are: Choke me until I am dead. Once I’m dead, you and two of your friends can fuck my corpse, you can use my mouth, pussy, and ass, and jerk off all over my lifeless body, or whatever you desire. But please keep it respectful; No cutting, burning, using holes unlisted, or anything like that, my body needs to stay intact and unharmed. My friend will remotely monitor how many people come over, and after 5 hours, my friend will come and pick up my body. Does this sound good to you?”

She clicked send and sat there, her heart pounding, waiting for a response.

“Holy shit,” she muttered, her breath shaky. “Another try, Finally.”

The minutes dragged on as she waited for his reply. The silence was deafening, her mind racing, wondering if he would respond. She checked the time, noting it had been almost twenty minutes since she had sent her message.

“Come on,” she whispered, her eyes glued to the screen.

Suddenly the message icon flashed, indicating a new message had arrived. Her finger was shaking as she clicked it, the screen flashing with the words:

“Hi, Krystal. Yes, that sounds good. No friends will be involved, it will just be me. I don’t mind someone monitor the situation as long as my anonymity is preserved. When and where would you like this to happen?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Krystal squealed, her eyes widening in disbelief.

She typed her reply:

“That sounds perfect, and no worries about anonymity, your identity will remain secret. As for where and when, it will be at my apartment. How does today sound? If that doesn’t work, then tomorrow is also good.”