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Walls which held merchandise for sale like paddles, collars, and things she’d never seen before but assumed they were used to inflict sadistic attention on a person. Part of her grew even more nervous, but she knew her panties were slightly damp as well. Dammit, I want this. She’d been messaging back and forth with Ray Fisher for over two weeks through FetLife.com. She’d missed meeting him in person at a monthly munch in Tampa because she didn’t sign up for an account at the site until a couple of days after the event.

I clicked on the innocent-looking envelope, and his message popped up: "Oh wow, Darlene! Those are some great tits! I can't wait for you to visit so I can suck on those huge tits and fuck your sweet pussy. Is it wet now? Do you want my hard young dick deep inside you? Make it happen soon, I'm so horny for you."

He ruffled my hair like I was still a little kid and headed to the kitchen to grab a beer, whistling happily. I went back upstairs, my mind racing. Tomorrow afternoon. Dad would be home, his boss is visiting. That meant I probably wouldn’t be able to do any calls or filming… but at least Dad was in a great mood. Maybe this promotion would make him a little less strict eventually. I picked up my phone and saw a new W******p message from HotFantasy88. **HotFantasy88:** Account back up? Good girl. I can’t stop thinking about how that tight ass took that dildo. We’re definitely meeting soon, baby.

"Nothing, it's just a text, I have been getting loads of it from an unknown number, I blocked the number and for one month I didn't receive any but yesterday I got another and again today, I am sure it is the same person," She explained. "What does the text say?" "Nothing much, hello darling Trina, doing good I bet? Can't wait for us to be together, and stuffs like that, it just that it gives me the creeps," "Can I see it?" "Sorry, I deleted it, I don't usually keep them, I shouldn't have done that right?" "Yeah you shouldn't, if you get a text like that again, make sure to show me alright?" "I will,"

I was standing in front of the mirror but I wasn't looking at my reflection. My phone began to beep and I slowly walked to where I kept it on the bed. I picked it and it was an anonymous message that said I'M GONNA MAKE YOU MISERABLE I shook immediately and goose bumps stood up all over my flesh. I read the text again and I was scared. I've never gotten a message like this and I prayed never to have. I know a couple of people who got such messages and things didn't go well with them I managed to drop the phone and dress up. Then I forwarded the message to my manager. He was shocked and he filed a report immediately

I walked towards his and grabbed his phone from his pocket. Random Numbers sent him messages. Another one clicked and I entered it. It popped up password and I placed the thumb of his corpse on it. The person sent him pictures of girls having a orgy party. "Can I get them to do this?" Another message popped up. I wanted to ignore it but I couldn't help but reply. "He can't. He is dead," I sent a picture of his corpse and sent it to him. "You might be next ;)," I replied him and he immediately went offline.

Buzz. Another text message hits the screen. My thumb taps the box instantly. "I am the alpha who bred you in the dark." Those simple words hit my brain like a giant bolt of lightning under the moon. The actual party? Is this anonymous texter the exact savage male wolf who ripped my thighs apart inside Room 608 of the Crimson Fang Lodge six winters ago? My whole soul falls into an absolute panic, my secret place throbbing with a mix of old terror and dirty heat.

Chapter Nine: Leaked Soren’s phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. He sat on the edge of his couch, his elbows on his knees while staring at the coffee table where his screen kept lighting up with new notifications. Every major sports outlet had picked up the story. The leaked messages, some explicit, some unexpectedly tender were splashed across headlines in bold font. “Calder & Draven: From Rivals to Lovers — Explicit Texts Revealed” One message in particular was everywhere:

Zoe jumped in before I could deflect. “You told us about the messages you saw,” she said quietly. “The ones on his phone. That girl from work, the late-night texts and then the photos… her on her knees, him looking right at the camera like it was nothing. You cried for days, Stella. You said it felt like your chest was caving in.” I swallowed. The memory hit fresh back to how I sat on the bathroom floor at 3 a.m., scrolling through screenshots he’d accidentally left open.

"It's Caitlin! She's the one texting me these curses! She said she and the baby will never forgive me! She wants to drag me to hell with them!" Chad strode over and wrapped his arms tightly around her. "It's okay. You're safe. It's just a hallucination." "It's not a hallucination! Look at my phone!" Lucy pointed a trembling finger at the device on the floor. Chad picked it up. On the screen was a text message from an unknown number. "You stole my husband. My baby and I will haunt you for the rest of your life." Chad's face instantly darkened. He knew this tone all too well. In the past, whenever I was driven to a breaking point, I would confront him with that same look of despair.