Page 1 of Sinfully Mine

Chapter 1 Xenon

“Fuck,” I cursed, clicking on my keyboard faster as the sick fucker on the other end began to slow his comments. “Don’t ghost me now. Just need a little more before I nail your ass.”

Some people might enjoy a drink after they get off work, a hot bath, or a glass of wine. Even a good meal and some show they couldn’t wait to catch up on. Me? I helped my friend from the FBI catch pedophiles and human traffickers. Agent Sims said I had a knack for sniffing out the rotten apples. He had no idea. My Reaper excelled at that shit.

For the last several years, I had dedicated my time to putting away assholes who preyed on innocent children and young women. It wasn’t a glamorous job. Most of the time, I felt slimed by the shit I read and saw online. But I couldn’t stop trying to take as many of them down as I could. Like right fucking now.

PinkButterfly2012:You wanna see me

I impatiently waited for the guy to respond. He should take the bait. It was predictable. These sick bastards always wanted pics. I chose my online persona with care, also using a series of photographs given to me by my FBI contact to entice the assholes interested in underage girls. Agent Sims said once they got a pic, they almost always went too far.

XxIlovemydogxX:Sure

XxIlovemydogxX:Show me

PinkButterfly2012:I’m nervous

XxIlovemydogxX:Why

PinkButterfly2012:What if you don’t like me

XxIlovemydogxX:I already like you now

PinkButterfly2012:You do?

XxIlovemydogxX:Of course

XxIlovemydogxX:You’re sweet

Ugh. As planned, I sent the pic. When the bastard online took a peek, he got chatty. It didn’t take long for him to cross the line and ask for bolder images that showed more skin. And I sent the image he wanted. The conversation escalated.

In less than an hour, he got PinkButterfly2012 to agree to meet Friday night. He said he’d pay for a hotel and dinner. The fucker never detailed what he wanted, but his intentions were clear. The asshole wanted to get her alone where he could act out all his sick fantasies. That persona I created with the FBI profiler was a thirteen-year-old girl for fuck’s sake.

I couldn’t wait for Josh Sims to bust down the door and pick that creep up. I hoped he rotted in prison or somebody would help him meet Lucifer. Anyone who preyed on kids deserved to spend eternity in hell.

After that shit, I needed a break from the computer and all the shit that rested heavily on my shoulders. I pushed away from my desk, stood, stretched, ordered take-out from my favorite Italian restaurant, and took a long hot shower. An hour later, I felt a lot less dirty.

When shit like that weighed me down, I usually turned to the gym or entertainment to ease the burden. Like gaming. I had a fucking awesome set up and sat down in my chair, picking up my headset as I logged into my current obsession. I enjoyed games where I could participate and become part of a team, take down enemies, and compete for prizes or top rankings.

But tonight, for some reason, I didn’t turn to violence. The long, lonely nights had taken a toll. I spent so much time either helping my club, watching my cameras, or catching criminals that I pushed my interests and needs aside. And it got to be too much. I felt restless and stressed.

I needed something different—a change.

Scrolling through the numerous games online, I found one that didn’t seem too complicated but also allowed for multiple players. The game consisted of a nuclear fallout, post-apocalyptic world where zombies, mutated creatures, and humans all mixed in a hostile environment and were forced to find a way to survive. You could play alone or with friends.

I had no idea how to play or what the objective was but decided it could be a fun alternative to shooter games with players hiding in corners or glitching maps, pissing me off because they didn’t have any skill or know how to aim. Yeah, I hated that shit. I got far too riled up.

It took me an hour to create my new character, SkullxReaper. I invented that Gamertag years earlier and still used it, but the game required that I complete an intro process to learn about the rules and functions of the world. Once I had the basics down, I entered through a vault and began to play.

Within an hour, I got stuck. Or rather, a few mutant creatures had me pinned outside a run-down building in an abandoned city. Okay, I thought it was abandoned. Turned out it was inhabited by zombies and glowing creatures that could rip into my character with claws and severely injure him within seconds.

Fuck.

I was nearly dead, hunched over in a dramatic countdown to imminent death, when a player in the game ran up to me and used a healing syringe to restore a portion of my health. I popped to my feet in the game, helped shoot and eliminate the creatures and zombies, and got a friendly wave from the female gamer who helped me.

Her Gamertag? GivemeGracexx411.

When she invited me to a public game chat, I joined. How could I resist? She saved my ass, and I wanted to tell her thankssince I didn’t have a clue what the fuck I was doing in this game yet.

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