Chapter 2

The motel was dimly lit and smelled of mold, with the faint scent of body odor lingering in the air. The walls were covered in ancient, peeling wallpaper, stained with years of dampness. The room was just a space to sleep; the mattress was far from comfortable, and the only window had an old, musty curtain that barely let any light through.

There were sirens wailed in the distance, Danny stared at the strange blue phone in his hand. He knew it wasn’t his, but curiosity got better of him.

The small icon pulsed with a red circle, asking for a target. The question was a simple: “Select a target.”

Danny scrolled through a list of names, reading each one carefully. There was Joshua, his former client with whom he had just gotten into a fight. There was his drunk uncle, who he had just the day before he escaped from. And there was Elizabeth, his history teacher who seemed hell-bent on destroying his life. It was as if someone had hacked into his life, collecting every detail about him and his peers.

He stopped at Elizabeth’s name, letting his anger boil. She had abandoned him to bullies, sent him to the principal’s office, and now this?. Even if this thing were fake it would be a good outlet to his anger. He selected her name with a quick tap, and the app loaded instantly a three-dimensional rendering of Elizabeth, wearing a provocative red satin slip, the fabric hugging her body like a second skin. His heart is beating like a jack hammer.

“This really works, holy shit “ danny thinks to himself. He rotates the 3d model to get a better room look at her.

Elizabeth’s face was sharp, her lips parted slightly that resembled. Her eyes were a deep brown and her hair fell around her shoulders in soft waves. Her skin was silky, her nails long and polished, her makeup flawless. But it was her ass that caught Danny’s attention, perfectly round and jutting from the thin fabric of her red slip. The image was so real, he could almost feel the heat radiating off her body. Her body Danny’s breath hitch, the 3D rendering so lifelike it felt like she might step out of the screen. The red satin slip dress, the fabric draped over her in soft folds, revealing the slope of her neck and the swell of her chest, the way it hugged her hips—tight, clinging, almost suffocating—that drew his eyes downward. Her ass was a masterpiece of symmetry, each cheek perfectly rounded, taut with a power that radiated from her even in stillness. The dress pulled taut across her lower back, emphasizing the curve of her spine as it dipped into the narrowest part of her waist, then flared out again in a cascade of red that pooled around her thighs. The air in the motel room seemed to thicken as Danny stared, his anger replaced with something primal, something between anger and lust.