Page 24 of A Smile Full of Lies
Sunlight poured through her bedroom window, caressing her bare legs. She sat cross-legged on her bed, skin still flushed. Hairmessy. Fingers trembling as she scrubbed them over her face as she worked up the nerve to type out her reply.
She was still thinking about being chased. And I was still chasing her.
Her reply came slower this time. She stared at the screen for a long moment before she started typing.
GraveyardGirl93
It’s not okay. I sounded insane. Like some desperate feral little thing that wants to be hunted like an animal. That’s not normal.
I laughed out loud.
Feral little thing.
She had no idea what that did to me.
But I stayed in character as I typed out my reply, my fingers moving over the keys with deliberate calm.
StrayDog777
Wanting to surrender control doesn’t make you broken. It just means you crave intensity. Intimacy. Something that feels more real than anything you’ve ever experienced before.
She exhaled softly. I heard it through her mic, watched the way her shoulders dipped like some tension had slipped out of her spine. But she wasn’t done spiraling yet.
GraveyardGirl93
What if it’s not normal to want someone to overpower you? To chase you, pin you, use you until you’re too far gone to fight back?
God, I was hard again.
I kept my tone neutral, soothing, and just helpful enough to earn her trust.
StrayDog777
You’d be surprised how many people feel that way. Sometimes, watching content that explores those fantasies can help you understand them better. There’s a whole corner of social media dedicated to it.
She didn’t respond. Not yet. I saw her brows furrow. Her teeth tugged at her lower lip. Her thighs shifted beneath the blanket.
The hook was set, so I reeled her in.
StrayDog777
Have you ever seen MaskTok content? Clips where masked figures stalk and catch their prey? It’s primal. But safe. Controlled. Some people say it helps. That’s why I mentioned MaskTok earlier.
I watched her face. Her lips parted slightly, but not from fear. No, that was interest and desire. Her face was an open book. She was thinking about it… already picturing it.
Good girl. Let me show you exactly how dangerous healing can feel when it comes with a mask and my hands around your throat.
Her next message came in one slow keystroke at a time, like each word cost her something to type.
GraveyardGirl93
I think there’s something wrong with me. I shouldn’t like this stuff. I shouldn’t get turned on by it… but I’ve been like this for years. I’ve always been drawn to the wrong kind of men. The ones in movies who aren’t supposed to be hot. The ones who hurt people. Who chase them. Who break them down. I shouldn’t want that.
I exhaled slowly, feeling tension coil low and tight in my gut.
There it was: the truth, peeled raw, and fuck, she really thought it made her broken.
She didn’t know I’d spentyearswatching her get flushed and quiet during our Wednesday horror movie nights, curled on the couch beside me with a blanket tucked to her chest, eyes wide and cheeks pink during the most brutal scenes. She didn’t know I’d clocked every shiver, every breathless stillness. She had no idea I clocked how she’d freeze, riveted, when the killer’s voice got low, especially the masked ones. I always noticed how she pressed her thighs together when the prey stopped running.
