Chapter 24 Kit #2
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” Lucien nods resolutely. He swipes across his phone a few times, selecting things until his web browser pops up on the flatscreen. “I have something I think you’ll really enjoy.”
The website is obviously for porn, with thumbnails that tease viewers with the lewdest snippets from each video playing on loop over and over. Lucien must be pretty familiar with the site, because a video starts buffering in just a few taps.
Then, there I am on the screen, cowering next to Lucien in real time as he waves smugly to the cameras.
“What is that?” I ask, unable to tear my eyes from the livestream as my nightmare unfolds before me.
“There are already three thousand people looking at you, Kit, and you’ve not even done anything yet.
I’m hoping that number will triple by the end of the night.
These live sessions tend to pull in the biggest viewing audience, and after the success of your last video, I think we’re headed for record viewership. ”
My last video? What video? “I don’t understand,” I admit shakily.
“Here, I’ll show you the scene that’s made you a star. Just like you always wanted, hey?”
The screen goes blank as Lucien scrolls through some kind of feed, only to burst to life again when he finds whatever he’s looking for.
“Aha,” he cries triumphantly, flicking his finger up and transferring the picture to the television like magic.
In that instant, my whole world collapses. This must be a bad dream, right? Any second now, I’ll wake up in my comfortable and safe bed… exactly like the one on the screen.
“No,” I choke.
“At first, I admit I was angry when I watched how my son had defiled you,” Lucien says, his eyes glued to the video version of me who’s discarding his clothes and stepping into a pair of red, laced hot pants.
I know this night. I know what’s coming.
No, please no. Anything but this.
“I’d marketed you as the perfect boy, sexy but innocent, sultry yet virginal, and viewers loved it. I did everything I could to keep you that way. I even enlisted Damian as your little bodyguard when you went on that date. Little did I know it was him I’d have to worry about.
“I’d never planned to tell your followers that you’d lost your virginity.
I was going to delete the footage and carry on with your usual content.
But who’s to say they wouldn’t be able to tell?
Would your reactions to your little toy collection change?
Would you be masturbating less in your room because you were off elsewhere, shagging my son at every chance you could get?
Those solo shots always did so well. What if our follower count dropped because you’d lost your shine? ”
I watch, detached, as video-me turns for Damian, my boyfriend’s eyes darkening as I… oh god… I bend over in front of him.
We were filmed. Our most intimate and vulnerable moment no longer belongs to us. Lucien’s caught everything.
“But then I watched the video again,” Lucien continues, ignoring me as I weep quietly beside him, “and I realised what a goldmine it really was. My stupid son had somehow managed to take your innocence on camera, and the viewers lapped it up. I believe we even crashed the site at one point. But you know how greedy the public is. Now your fans are demanding more. And you’re going to give it to them. ”
I push myself upright on the bed and growl at him through my tears. “No. I won’t”
Lucien reaches out and pats my knee condescendingly. “Yes, you will, Kit. And do you know why?”
I clench my jaw, glaring at the man with so much hatred in my heart that I’m sure it’ll run like venom through my veins for the rest of my life.
“You’ll do as I tell you, or else I’ll kill Damian. All it would take is one, well-aimed bullet. I wouldn’t even need to be the one pulling the trigger, especially when your streams are making enough to buy a very, very reliable hitman.”
“No,” I gasp, my heart stopping in my chest.
“And if that isn’t enough of an incentive for you, if you manage to keep people interested in your solo shoots, I won’t bring in outside… help. There’s a line of men two miles long waiting to fuck you, Kit, and I’ll let them in if you don’t do as you’re told.
“One video a day, from start to finish, and I’ll keep Damian safe and your location a secret.
That’s the deal. And remember, now that you’ve lost your virginity, you’re going to have to get a bit more…
creative in how you get off. I suggest you take a look through that drawer and find some inspiration.
I made sure it was fully stocked for you. ”
“You bastard,” I spit. “You can’t do this.”
“Oh, I can. But don’t think I’m completely heartless. I’ll give you an hour to throw your little hissy fit. I’m sure your followers will love it. But after that, I want you naked and performing. If not, you’ll never see Damian alive again.”
“You leave Damian alone!”
“If you want to keep him around, you know what you have to do.”
“You can’t—”
“Yes, I can, Kit. Like I said, it would only take one phone call, one hitman—”
“No!” I yell, tearing at my hair in desperation. Not my Damian. He can’t. A world without his light would be nothing. A dark, barren place where only tainted souls could survive.
I’d do anything to keep him, even if only in my heart.
“Okay,” I sob brokenly. “You win. I’ll do it.”
“Good boy,” Lucien simpers, ruffling my hair back into place. “You have an hour.”
And with that, he leaves, locking the door behind him with no less than three cruel clicks. But I’m not foolish enough to think that I’m alone.
I’ll never be alone again.
The weight of Lucien’s treachery is staggering, pressing down on my chest so hard that I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to breathe easy again.
It’s too much. I can’t take it.
I scream into the small room, ripping my voice to shreds as I cry and shout and curse until my throat is raw and my eyes swollen from tears. By the time I’ve worked myself to exhaustion, the pillows are torn, and the contents of that fucking bedside drawer are thrown across the room.
Fuck, what am I going to do?
“I’m sorry, Damian,” I moan, burying my head in my hands. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Damn, Lucien Hansel.
Damn him to hell.