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I say as I tap the screen of my tablet. The 72-inch flat screen comes on. I've been working on this for days. There's four videos, each filling one-quarter of the screen: upper left, Faith fucking the office guy in the mall garage. Upper right, Faith sucking the black dude's cock. Lower right, Faith getting fucked in the ass by that young guy. Lower left, Faith sucking off the electrician. In the middle, a fifth one of Faith on her knees, licking Mary's shaved pussy. Dad's eyes are like an owl's. He looks at the screen and then at me. I just smile. Faith is sitting there, her mouth open, just staring.

“Why? What’s wrong?” “There’s an article released few minutes ago that this chatroom isn’t just for donations, but for cybersex activities,” he said, emphasizing every syllables of his words. My eyes suddenly widened by surprise. PFM Room is a famous chat room in fund raising and accepting donations for charities in South Korea. I frequently donated almost half of my mother’s assets for Mental Health Charities and Organization in that chat room because she was once a benefactor there. Then how did it turned into a chat room for cybersex activities?

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Grayson's head throbbed. He forced himself to resist the impulse to rub his temples. He immediately apologized. "Sorry. This was my oversight. I'll arrange a new contract immediately. To make amends, I'm willing to lower the price by another five percent." The partners fell silent, quietly calculating their potential profit. Sandra continued to cry, but no one had the patience or inclination to comfort her, no matter how seductive she appeared. A flicker of panic crossed her face. She stepped closer to Grayson, eyes red, pleading, "Grayson… I didn't expect this to happen. What should I do?"

Damn, I am Missing it already. Throwing the bag in frustration, I grabbed my laptop and sat on my bed. Covering myself with the duvet, I kept some pillows behind me and leaned comfortably. I opened my laptop, I think Netflix is the only way to lighten up my mood. Not only losing my phone but Getting away From Saheer is making me sad as well. My luck is so bad, that I couldn't even take his number. I wish my phone was with me, we could have exchanged our numbers.

Before she can respond, Marco's face appears on the screen, his expression instantly suspicious. "Sade, what’s going on with you?" Marco asks, narrowing his eyes. "Why do you look so..." He pauses, then mouths the word: fucked. I bite the inside of my cheek, struggling not to laugh. Sade’s face flames. "What? I was running to get my phone from my purse in my locker! I’m still at work. Anyway, I don’t have to explain anything to you. You were thoroughly..." She pauses, then mouths back, "fucked for six months."

The message is still on the screen. Don’t trust Adrian.

The app icon grayed out and died on my screen. So efficient. So final. I leaned against a tree by the roadside, rain plastering my hair to my face. I stared at the cold white text glowing in the dark. My heart felt like it was being shredded into strips. The tears came then. Not sobs—just a hot, silent flood that blurred the screen until I couldn't read the words anymore. If I had truly been the one dying of leukemia tonight, I would have died of this despair long before the illness took me.

Gone. Completely gone. A girl collapsed to her knees, crying. “No… no, I don’t want to die again…” A man kicked the ground angrily. “This is insane! Let me out!” Nothing changed. The space remained the same. Endless. Empty. The screen flickered again. PLAYERS WILL NOW BE INITIATED The hum returned. Stronger. Lena’s heart started racing again. “Something’s wrong…” she whispered. The ground trembled. Light spread beneath their feet again.

“Sir Sebastian. I found your phone while I was mowing the front lawn.” “Bring it here, man!” Bash called. Oscar timidly approached the bed and handed the phone to Bash. It was fried to a crisp, and the screen had shattered. “I’m sorry, Sir,” Oscar said before hurriedly exiting the room. Bash roared once again and threw the phone at the wall causing it to splinter into tiny pieces. “Sebastian!” Quin yelled. “Save it, Quin! I can’t even call her! That’s it, the moment I’m done regenerating I’m going to her. I’ll be well enough by tomorrow night,” Bash said with determination.