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If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will. And I just happen to be the one he came to with that insane proposal. What do I do? I flip to the subsequent entry, but my eyes hurt from using a flashlight to read, so I close the book and try to get some sleep. It’s going to be a long night. Thoughts of him permeate my mind. Being his fiancée. Affluent people are complicated as fuck, but I would finally get out of this tiny shoe box. If I pass it up, I can’t trust the asshole to not find an excuse and fire me. Lord knows he has wanted to do it since he laid his eyes on me.

Pam sighed with delight as her tight and sore muscles relaxed under the tender ministering. “Why do you have all those pictures of men on your computer?” Pam asked in a dreamy manner. Fiana tossed her head and laughed, “Are you afraid I’ve gone straight? Never, my darling.” She heaved a sigh and said in thick, breathy words, “They are for research on a new assignment, nothing more.” Pam couldn’t imagine what type of writing assignment would require Fiana chat with strange men over the internet, but she was too tired and content to ask about it. She’d address it at another time; when she was refreshed and able to comprehend it all.

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I type in all the streaming site names I know, but not a single one opens. I start to despair, thinking of all the TV series I haven’t finished, like Pretty Little Liars, where I still don’t know who -A is. I consider getting a N*****x account, but then I remember I’m too broke even for the cheapest subscription. I turn off the computer and start spinning around on the chair, pushing with my feet, waiting for a divine inspiration to tell me what to do. The chair slows down, and I focus on my feet until it stops completely. When I look up again, I see my bookshelf.

Abigail and her friend, Lana, sat on the plush sofa in the living room, laughing as they chatted. "Girl, it's funny, but fan pages are annoying," Lana complained as she continued scrolling through her phone. "I don't know. I like some of my fan pages," Abigail shrugged. "Oh, not until someone gets scammed by one of those fake profiles claiming to be Abigail Hathaway," Lana pointed out. "Well, I can live with that. The real issue is the blogs and their bullshit. I found one talking about my ass expecting a baby with a secret lover-who is a married man."

“They don’t always bite. Sometimes they touch. Sometimes they make you beg.” “They get stronger the more you want them. If they feed too much, it can change you.” Her throat went dry. She scrolled down to the comments. It was a storm of sarcasm and mockery: “Is this Twilight fanfic?” “Girl, get off Tumblr.” “Anything for likes these days, smh.” “Vampires feed on sexual desire? Tell him to come suck me dry 😏 lol” “Another delusional weirdo.” “You really need therapy, not a blog.”

That was years ago, when we thought we still had our lives in our hands. “Do you like him? Zero I mean. He doesn't look like your type either,” I said. Winnie rolled her shoulders, and stopped typing for a second. “I don't know. We just have to keep going to find out.” We kept silent for a while, and the only thing that made noise was the clacking of the keyboard. “Fuck why isn't it working?!” Winnie yelled, her temple creased with frustration. “What's wrong?” “The access keeps blocking, like it's pushing me away!”

A sharp snarl slipped through my teeth, my upper lip curling back in pure fury. “Marcy, you stupid girl, what did you do to my account?” I hissed, my voice rising in the quiet bedroom as I stared at the useless screen. I pulled up my standard web browser, my breath turning short and shallow. I manually typed in the direct domain for the human city side of the network, VanguardPress.com, and hit the enter button with a heavy tap. The main page did not load at all. The standard blue and white logo of the city’s largest media network was completely missing from the browser. There were no gossip columns anywhere, there was no photo of Raine holding a dirty mop at the greasy cafe, and there were