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>> YOU DID SO WELL.
The words hit strangely. The praise. It’s nice to be appreciated, for once.
>> YOU GET A PRIZE.
Another cypher? Should be easy, I’ve already made a key.
>> [CLICK FOR REWARD]
I do.
Immediately my phone rings. Unlisted number. Usually when I get this stuff it’s a call about my nonexistent car’s warranty or a social security error. But those all had locations underneath. This doesn’t. Never have I been more excited by something that would have most people smashing their phones. I answer it, and the heavy breathing makes my hands shake. In a good way.
“You get three questions. No more, no less.”
His voice makes my stomach flutter. I know he probably uses a filter, but it just works so well. God, what to ask? My immediate response is
“I’ve been wanting this for so long. I don’t… Do you know me?”
First question wasted. Of course he doesn’t, you’re just some blind follower alone in his bedroom with an Internet connection. He doesn’t have time for lonely boys like--
“Hm. Of course I do. It’s nice to meet you, Wesley. I like the playlist you made for me. I like that screenshot of my livestream you use as your phone lockscreen. I like your long, dark brown hair you’re running your fingers through right now. You do that when you’re thinking about boys, right?”
Of course he’s right. He’s watching me right now, probably through my webcam. I wave to it, and hear a giggle on the other end.
“No, no. Not there. Don’t worry about that right now. Second question.”
“D-do you think about me they way I think about you?” My voice is shaking so much, I can barely get the words out.
“Of course. I actually had to get a new computer, you were just a few steps from getting my IP address.”
“O-oh my god. I, um, if you want me to stop I can--”
“Shh. Relax. Private info is my job, all you have to do just sit and look handsome. And you’re already so good at that aren’t you?”
God, that makes me groan.
“I asked you a question. You are very handsome, is that correct?”
“Um, I mean- If you say so--”
“No no, say it. I want to hear it.”
“I…”
“Come on, you can do it.”
“I’m very handsome,” I whisper.
“Good boy. Last question.”
I fight through the haze of my mind to ask the one thing I want to know the most.
“How do I join you? Really join you, I mean.”
He takes a deep, slow breath.
“Well, there’s only so much one man can do…”
Oh, that makes me smile so wide.
“Uptown. There’s an old electronics store, long closed. Inside, near the PCs. I’ll be waiting, pretty boy.”
He hangs up.
I barely have my shoes on before I rush out the door, not bothering to lock it.