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I also didn't really know anything about their old packs. I walked over to my mom, teasingly hugging her covering her in my sweat. “Rose my gosh you're disgusting!” She laughed writhing out of my arms. I smirked and sat at the table. I'd shower after dinner. My dad walked in as I sat and tossed a book at me that I caught easily. It was the next installment in my current favorite series. I smiled wildly. “Thank you dad, I appreciate this!” With that I ran upstairs to put it on my admittedly packed bookshelf. I would start it later after I showered and got comfortable for the night.

Madeline rolled her eyes at him, speechless. Meanwhile, the director was freaking out. The live stream was a hit, but with Madeline stalled, the viewers were getting restless and starting to doubt her skills. Baxter had just chewed out the staff over the phone, blaming them for the slip-up. Who would have guessed that hydrogen peroxide would be impossible to find in all of Redenbaugh City? He had to sneak a question to Madeline. Was there any way out of that? Hydrogen peroxide was the go-to fix, however…

"It's ok Sarah... You are fine, I am here with you..." Xavier held her closer to his chest as he carried her to the washroom. He placed her under the shower and turned it on. She sobbed keeping her eyes closed. She gasped when suddenly water hit her. Xavier slowly washed the blood from her face with his hands. "You are fine..." He whispered gently, occasionally caressing her cheeks. Her blood phobia wasn't hidden from her and he has witnessed how badly it can give her panic attack. She slowly opened her eyes, she was still shaking in fear.

I wanted to scream. I slumped onto the couch, burying my face in my hands. My phone buzzed against the cushion. I almost ignored it, but I wanted to check if it was Jessica. Maybe she wanted to apologize. When I unlocked it, my breath caught. The livestream replay. Already uploaded. Already spreading. Over fifty thousand views. My face was blurred, but my body wasn’t. Every angle, every sound, it was out there for strangers to feast on. And at the top, a pinned comment:

The thin, transparent gown did nothing to hide the tiny bikini underneath, as the cold metal of the nipple clips bit into my tender flesh with each shallow breath I took. The chains attached to them swayed, a heavy, ticking pendulum against my bare stomach. I could feel every stare, the shocked, the lewd, the hungry, scorching my skin. This is it. This is how I beat Sally. Carl, gave me a thumbs-up from behind the handheld camera. “We’re live the moment we start,” he said. “Thousands of people could be watching.” A guy across the aisle pointed at Carl’s phone. “Wait… are you streaming her?”

She slammed the cup down on the little table in front of me. "Drink it, Claire. There's some powerful stuff in here. Guaranteed to make you act so nasty on camera your own mother wouldn't recognize you." The livestream launched. The viewer count instantly exploded past a hundred thousand. Bots started flooding the chat. The screen was packed with insults: "Slut." "Degenerate." "Drink it already. Let's see the show." Suddenly, Jake's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, and his vicious expression twisted into pure joy.

“Hope, widen the light bubble. The newborns are going under!” Hope’s small body shook violently against Damien’s chest. “The pressure squeezes everything… but I feel them reaching for me. Their fear tastes like broken glass in my mind.” Theo dragged two pods higher, muscles straining against the current. “The ceiling’s splitting wider! Another piece falls and we’re all crushed.” Elias braced a tilting beam, water lapping at his neck. “Victor’s energy signature spikes with every new breach. He’s laughing through the walls.”

His startled scream follows me to the table where I wipe the excess blood from my hands. There's a bottle of water and a decanter filled with scotch with glasses beside it. I fill up a glass with scotch and take a few sips before placing it back on the table. Stooping to get the bleach from the ground, I turn back to Kostas who is finally silent and trying to breathe through the waves of pain. Kneeling to my art on his leg, I open the bottle, the smell sharp enough to sting even through the air. I tilt the bottle watching the clear liquid as it trickles before becoming a steady stream moving through his wounds. Kostas jerks as the bleach eats into the cut tissue letting out gasps of pain.

Dad belittled me on the live stream, twisting everything to make himself look right. His hypocrisy left me reeling. Ever since I realized that everything I said and did in the apartment was being livestreamed, I stopped spending time at home. I went to school during the day and worked part-time after class. I'd rather sit outside my apartment building, reading under the dim yellow light, than go back to that apartment full of hidden cameras. I pulled out my phone and tapped the live stream link, noticing a new post from the streamer.

But the lemon smell is overpowered by the horrible scent permeating the room. “What’s that awful smell?” I say, waving my hand in front of my nose. “It sucks to have a sensitive wolf nose right about now,” Callan says. “This is bleach. It’s the only thing I could think of to get the bloodstains off the floor.” “Is Ethan okay?” I ask, sitting my backside on one of the chairs. “Other than a bad hangover, he’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Callan grabs a pink-stained towel and wipes the water and bleach from the floor.