BrokenBee
No water
RaisedByWolves
Elaborate. I’m not sure dehydration is a kink I have any interest in.
I blush, chewing on my lip.
BrokenBee
No, I mean like no going in the water. No boats or anything.
BrokenBee
I can’t swim.
I add it as an afterthought, like a lame excuse.
RaisedByWolves
I can agree to all of those. Anything else?
Oh hell yes.
It’s stupid. And a little embarrassing. But quickly, I tap it out, because why not.
BrokenBee
Can you wear a mask when we do this? Hang on
I open a web browser and quickly find what I’m looking for. I copy the link to the image of the black mask with the neon X’s for eyes and the leering, creepy smile. Then I send it to RaisedByWolves via the chat interface.
BrokenBee
Like this one
There’s no response for a second. Then the chat moves on the page as he replies.
RaisedByWolves
Done.
I take a shaky breath, squirming a little as I shift on the edge of my bed.
BrokenBee
Any requests for me?
RaisedByWolves
Just one. Try your hardest to get away from me.
My mouth drops open. Fucking fuck, what am I getting myself into?
BrokenBee
When are you free
I hold my breath. Part of me is hoping my phone suddenly dies, or that he backs out and says never mind.
The seconds tick by.
RaisedByWolves
2 hours from now. Central Park Driveway and East Drive
A shudder violently rips through me. What the fuck. He wants to meet tonight? In two hours, so 11:30? In the middle of Central Park? Is he crazy?
Are YOU, girl?
My heart pounds as I stare at the chat.
RaisedByWolves
If you’re not up for the type of games I play, we’ll be done right here and now. 3…
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