Chapter 12
The box is barely bigger than my hand. I stare at it oddly, looking around the backyard as if I can see who dropped it off, but I can’t. One hour, nearly on the dot, I found it, but there’s no sign that anyone had come into the yard to drop it off.
“What’s that?” Reik asks.
“Nothing, just something I left outside.” I scurry past him and through the kitchen into the living room and straight up to the spare bedroom. It’s become my haven now, and I spend more time in here than anywhere else in the house.
Ripping into the box, I find a small device that looks like a hearing aid. The tube is clear, and the part that goes over the back of the ear matches my skin color. I dip my hand deeper into the box and find a cheap cell phone and a small piece of paper folded with a typed message on it.
If you want to play a game…
Let me put it in you.
I shiver. Using my thumbnail, I hit the small switch on the ear device and then slide it over my right ear. And then I turn the cell phone on and wait. My breath is high in my chest, just wondering exactly what’s going to happen next. But I’m greeted with silence.
In the phone is only one contact with BandAid42 as the name attached to it.
Biting my lip, I text.
Lizzie
Hello
BandAid42 never said anything about there also being a microphone on the ear device, so I can only imagine that’s what the phone is for.
Text here to communicate back but listen on the ear device whenever I’m given a command.
I glance toward where I know the camera is in the spare bedroom and point to my ear, as if I need to make it very obvious that I have the damn thing in.
“Do you want to play a game?” The mechanical voice startles me. I expected a person, but this is more computer than person. Which begs the question, have I been talking to a bot this entire time? Just a really well-trained one?
Lizzie
Are you real?
“Yes,” the voice echoes in my ear.
My heart thunders. I tuck my hair behind my ear and look around the room as if someone is going to be standing right there with me, but I’m alone.
Lizzie
How do I know you’re real if I can’t find anything about you?
“You came to me, remember?”
Furrowing my brow, I sigh. This is so odd, verbally not talking to someone who’s talking to me while I text them back. Why are we even doing it this way? This isn’t what I thought I was going to get when I agreed to this plan.
Lizzie
Can you hear me if I speak out loud?
“I modified a hearing aid for this sole purpose. I can hear anything you do, and you will keep it in your ear until I tell you to take it out.”
A shiver runs down my spine. Biting my lip, I look down at the phone in my hands. Perhaps this was just a way to talk back when I wasn’t available to verbally answer. I clench the phone in my hand tightly.
“Okay,” I say out loud, feeling slightly more comfortable than before.
“Good. Now, get back to what you were doing.”
“What I was doing?” Confusion swarms my mind. I was waiting for the package, and now I’m doing nothing.
“Bitch! Make dinner for your husband!”
I jerk with a start. Right, that’s what I’d been doing. But how would they know that? Saying nothing, I stash the phone away in the bottom drawer and make my way back to the kitchen. I need to make Reik dinner and then clean up the kitchen afterward, just like I do every night.
“Move faster, or you’ll be punished.” That mechanical voice is a chime in my ear, reminding me of everything I need to do next and that every move I make is being watched.
I can barely focus as I heat the skillet and slice up the onions. Reik is still sitting in his chair, scrolling on his phone, and doing nothing. He’s not even paying attention to me.
“You’re disgusting for wanting someone to come into your nice home and kidnap you. People would kill for the life you have.”
I stumble, dropping the spatula so that it rattles onto the counter.
BandAid42 isn’t wrong. I am disgusting for wanting this, but no matter how many times I’ve tried to make myself stop, I haven’t been able to do it.
And I don’t like to shame people for what interests them, so long as everyone is on the same page. Which BandAid42 and I clearly are.
“You want me to rape you, to take you right now, in front of Reik. Make him watch you suffer.”
Glancing toward Reik, I tense. He has no idea what BandAid42 is whispering in my ear; he doesn’t understand my fantasies and desires. He’d never get it. And now I understand why there are two devices—there’s no way that BandAid42 could keep up this tension with just a phone.
“Shall we make him watch while I plunder you?”
My pussy tingles. Biting my lip, I stir the food as best I can, but I’m so distracted by the way my body reacts to every comment BandAid42 makes. I want it. I want them to be here in the house with me, forcing me to be as dirty as I know I am, to fuck me so hard that I can’t see straight.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? All good sluts like to be watched.”
I hum, morphing my unintentional moan into something that Reik won’t immediately recognize. I plate up his food quickly and go to set it in front of him, bending down.
“Yes, that is a fine ass.”
Gasping, I nearly drop the plate onto the floor. Reik scowls at me, but since I catch it and set it down, he doesn’t say anything.
“I-I think I’m still not feeling all that good.” I don’t make myself a plate, and instead, I leave, straight back to the spare bedroom where I feel like I’m living. “You’re insane,” I murmur to BandAid42.
“No. I’m doing exactly what you want me to.” There’s a low, amused chuckle. “You came to me, remember? So cum for me. Now.”
“C-cum?” I stutter over the word.
“Now.”
“But what if Reik comes up here?”
“Let him.”
“I don’t—”
“It’s time for punishment. While you touch yourself, I want you to text me every dirty little thing you imagine me doing to you.”
And then I hear nothing. The connection is cut off instantly. I pull the device from my ear to double-check that it’s still working, and it is. Putting it back in, I shiver. Punishment. It always seems to be a form of distance, which I’ll admit is the last thing I want.
I need to know more about BandAid42, about who they are and exactly what they’re getting out of this relationship we have.
“Fine,” I mumble. Sliding onto the bed and making sure that I’m facing the camera in just a way that they’ll be able to see me, I pull down my pants and begin to touch myself with one hand and have the burner phone in the other.
Before I know it, I don’t even remember why I started.
All I know is that my body is ready for me to touch it in an instant, and I’m still doing exactly what I was told.