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The Internet was not a safe place.
Everyone knew this by now, but that was as far as it went. Most people still insisted on using their children's birthdays as passwords. Others kept clicking 'remind me fucking later' when asked to switch to two-fucking-factor authentication. It amused and disgusted him, the way none of them could care enough to wait for a fucking a text. How the fuck could that be so difficult? It was as if those dumbasses really had shit for brains, that they'd rather grant hackers easy access to their life savings than log in with a six-fucking-digit code.
The Internet was not a safe place, and people should realize by now that it never was, and never would be.
If the billions of idiots in the world truly wanted to hide from monsters like him, then half-assed efforts like signing up for antivirus free trials would never cut it. They had to do everything to protect themselves, and even then it might not be enough....just like what she had done was not enough.
Someone like her, whose life was poles apart from his, should never have come up on his radar.
But because fate had fucked her up—-
The monster had ended up seeing her.
****
IT HAD BEGUN WITH A search.
A group of young people, the kind that foolishly believed calling themselves a 'crew' would add to their street cred, had decided to steal from him in order to make themselves known.
He usually had kids like them for breakfast: he would have his men hunt them down, teach them a lesson they would never forget, and that would've been the end of it.
But because his state of ennui had made him restless, he had found himself acting out of character and taking personal control of the hunt. With just a few clicks, he had his army of virtual spybots trawling the entire Internet for his target, and every 'crew' that his bots reported to him was scrutinized with due diligence.
There was nothing too silly or far-fetched for his always-running bots, and that was how he had inevitably found her.
Her real name was Sara Perez, but all of her online profiles had her listed as Sara Crewe, and that was how she had unwittingly screwed herself over, punch fucking line intended.
One click was all it had taken to reveal her most recent online activity. Just one click, and the monster had its first peek into her world as the letters she typed made their way to her screen...and his.
****
SARA CREWE: Can we Netflix and chill, y'all?
The Little Prince's Rose: Firstly: y'all is NOT slang, and you have no business using it if you're not from the South.
Sara Crewe: Does it count if I love watching Dynasty?
Jane Eyre: Nope!
The Little Prince's Rose: And secondly, "Netflix and chill" should not be taken literally. It's basically the code word for home sex, which we all know your virginal self would be too shy to use.
Sara Crewe: Don't be too sure. I can end up Netflixing and chilling with a stranger because of FOMO.
Jane Eyre: Uh...the correct way to say that would be just Netflix and chilling.
Sara Crewe: Whatevs.
Jane Eyre: WHY is it so important anyway? Is it really so bad for people at your workplace to know that words more than five letters don't scare you?
Sara Crewe: Uh...yeah.
The Little Prince's Rose: Yikes. You should really leave that shithole and find a job somewhere else.
Sara Crewe: It's fine. Getting bullied is nothing new to me.
The Little Prince's Rose: Why do you speak like a ninety year old?
Jane Eyre: Yeah, you never spilled the tea on that one.
Sara Crewe: WHOA!
Jane Eyre: Whoa?
The Little Prince's Rose: What she said.
Sara Crewe: How do you guys know I'm drinking tea?!
The Little Prince's Rose: HAHAHAHAHAHA
Jane Eyre: Google it! HAHAHAHA
Sara Crewe: OH. HAHAHAHAHA
Jane Eyre: YOU ARE SO CUTE!
The Little Prince's Rose: Agreed!
Sara Crewe: Can we just please get back to the tea?
Jane Eyre: Such a spoilsport! But I am still curious, so do tell!
Sara Crewe: A long, long time ago—-
The Little Prince's Rose: Seriously? That long ago?
Sara Crewe: On Annie Joyce's eleventh birthday, I heard one of the boys in class saying 'that's dope', and I was so worried and distressed that I immediately told our teacher about it. I didn't want them to get into any trouble. I just wanted to save them.
The Little Prince's Rose: Save them from what?
Sara Crewe: I thought 'dope' meant drugs.
...
...
Jane Eyre: OMG YOU'RE SERIOUS? LMAO
Sara Crewe: It completely changed the trajectory of my social life, so yes, I am pretty serious, and I've become the laughingstock of my school ever since.
****
THE CHAT FORUM HIS Sara was logged into had decent security. Quite good, actually, but just not good enough for monsters like him, and in moments, every morsel of data about her that was available online had immediately been downloaded to his private server.
Her insistence on learning to butcher her already-pretty way of speaking had intrigued him, and with a few taps on his keyboard, he had all the data he needed to control her life. He could have emptied her bank account, forward her mail to a different address, or even buy her a new bra, and it would be the correct cup size, thanks to the information that came from her last online purchase.
But what most surprised him, however, was when he eventually realized she had been lying to her online friends. The other girls believed his Sara was a twenty-something office worker in New York, when in truth she was an eighteen-year-old girl from New Jersey who had three months to go before graduating from high school.
That she had everyone fooled, himself included, had originally pissed him off, and all he had been able to think about was getting back at her. His Sara, he had kept thinking that time, must be made to pay for deceiving him, and it was why he had dug into her life like it was his own cave of treasures to explore.
He had dug and dug and dug without giving a damn about hiding his tracks, but the more he found out about her, the less he wanted to get rid of her. The more he knew about her, the more he wanted to keep her.
Own her.
And then crush her.
Girls like his Sara had never appealed to him in the past, but a single look at her photo had changed all of that. He had never been the type to imagine anything, but with her, it had been the opposite. All at once he had been able to picture her big Bambi eyes filled with fear as his fingers gripped her long, cinnamon-colored hair. He didn't even have to close his eyes to see himself fucking the innocence out of her mouth, and that had been it for him: his cock had jumped from soft and rested to twelve inches of rock-hard arousal, and as soon as he had taken his erection out of his pants, a couple of fast, hard strokes was all that was needed, and he had spent himself in moments, his semen shooting out to splatter against her photo on his wide-screen monitor.
Girls like her were meant for the light, and his Sara's only mistake was to unwittingly catch the eye of a monster like him. Girls like her were lines that monsters like him should never cross, and for the longest time, he had struggled (and barely managed) to keep his distance. He had wanted her to have a normal life and never know that monsters like him existed.
It would have stayed like that, too, except—-
Sara turned out to have secrets of her own.
Secrets that, once uncovered, could not be unseen.
****
THERE WAS A WORLD HE used to live in.
And in that world, every woman was believed to have a hidden appetency to be subjugated and abused...and that men like him were born with the key to unlocking those darkly precious desires.
He had done his best to forget the years he had spent in that world.
But Sara's secrets made them all come back, and try as it might, the monster in him could no longer resist her.
Sara was the very definition of the perfect woman in that world, and once her secrets had him crossing the line, there was no turning back.
It was the beginning of the end.
Her end.