Page 7 of Unmasked

A box on the top shelf falls as I riffle through my closet, pulling out my hoodies. I stare down at the assortment of purge masks. It’s been a few days since I filmed a video while wearing one. My attention has shifted from filming thirst trap videos and uploading them to social media to my obsession with Mallory.

I grab the box of masks.Wonder what she would think of this?

An idea rolls through my head. It’s a long shot, but I wonder if she’s one of the 76.9k followers I have on social media.

I head to my laptop and slide into the chair. Pulling up herusername, I pull up my account, click on followers, and search her name.

My breath hitches.There she is.

I wonder if she’s liked or commented on any of my videos.

My fingers fly over the keyboard, typing in some code to search for her username.

While the computer does its thing, I resume packing.

When it’s done, I walk over, peering at the screen. My heart hammers when I see that Mallorybooklover2004 has liked all my recent posts. Not only that, she commented on my most recent video.

I click on her comment and read it. “I can’t believe this just now showed up in my FYP. The way I’d crawl for this man on my hands and knees.”

My dick is instantly so hard it hurts. The image of Mallory on her hands and knees, begging for my cock, has my dick twitching and throbbing.

I click on her picture, staring at her profile picture. She looks so innocent, but there’s a hidden side to her, begging to be unleashed.

I’m the perfect guy for that job.

My fingers touch her face on my screen.

My little prey. Imagine the fun we’re going to have.

CHAPTER 8

Mallory

Mandy and I walk out of the classroom together, comparing our schedules. We have a class together tomorrow, but the rest of our schedules differ. But I’m okay with that because I’ll see her in class three days a week.

She walks me to the stairwell of Grayson Hall before turning to me, a hint of fear and nervousness evident in her eyes and shaking hands. “It’s too bad you’re not in my math class. I dread it, “ she says, making a face.

I give her a sympathetic smile. “That’s one of my worst subjects. But I hear they have a great tutoring center here. I may need to utilize it for my biology class this afternoon. I’m even worse in biology than math.”

“If you go to the Learning Center for tutoring, I’ll sign up, too. I’m sure they have math and biology tutors.”

“Give me your number, and I’ll log into the portal and check it out. I’ll text you the info.”

Mandy rattles it off, and I enter her into my contacts before texting her so she has my name and number. “Feel free to textme anytime.”

Mandy beams at me. “Thanks, Mallory. I’m glad I met you.”

My smile widens. “Maybe we can go for coffee and commiserate over our classes?”

“I’m game.” She looks at her phone and sighs. “I’ve gotta head to class.”

“Bye.”

I watch her exit before pushing through the stairway doors, smiling because I made a friend.

As I climb the stairs, my smile vanishes when the hair on the back of my neck stands up. I feel like I’m being watched.

I whirl around, but there’s no one behind me.

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