#friend.

She wrapped her fur coat around herself tightly, covering up her rhinestone lingerie.

So, so oblivious.

Her heart starts to race. She has an eerie feeling, walking alone at night.

The same walk she's walked a million times before.

So, why did this time feel odd?

Maybe it was the man she met earlier today.

January 15th, 2026.

6:54 p.m.

++ Private Room ++

She was sitting on the couch which was centered in the middle of the room, waiting for a new client to show up and sign the contract. She had rules. No physical attachments, Blood work, required. No questions asked. She preferred to be careful.

Soon a tall- very tall- man entered the room. “Sebastian Davis… correct?” Little to her knowledge this man who goes by, Sebastian Davis, just found her home address, moments prior.

“Yes.”, he says, voice low- a grin slowly growing upon his face.

“Perfect, let’s get started then, shall we?”

It was the perfect plan.

She wasn't supposed to be home for another several hours, so I took the opportunity.

I need her.

….

Ring! Ring! Ring!

….

“Noah?” a low, tired- as if just awoken- voice answers.

“Nicholas. I need your help.” I had little to say, attempting to prevent revealing my fucked up plan but Nicholas already knew what I was going to attempt.

She isn't my first victim but she may be my last.

I crave her.

“Another one? Really, man?”

I couldn't help but watch her.

I was in my car, down the street near her home address, laptop on my lap with a live video recording of her and my cock in my hand.

The various sex toys on her vanity as she held a rose toy to her clit.

Then she pulled it away. My hand paused.

Was this fucked up?

Very.

Did I care?

No, not really.

I had then realized, she's edging herself. But I'm not patient like her, so I slowly started to stroke again.

And then- after what feels like hours, she shoves a dildo- just large enough to make you feel full, up her tight cunt.

I can hear the squelches through the hidden cameras.

And, fuck.

I let out a loud moan in my car as I continued to watch the camera on my laptop.

Hot cum spilt all over my hand and keyboard as I pant.

That was the fastest- and best, might I add, orgasm I've ever had.

Soon after she came herself and shut her vibrator off.

Her heavy breaths filled the room, oblivious to the audience she has.

She will be mine.

My headlights shine against the pavement of the road.

My laptop is in my passenger seat as I drive home.

My phone rings and I assume it's Nicholas, I press the answer button without looking and take my eyes off the empty road for a second to put my phone on speaker before paying attention again.

“Hello?” a familiar female voice answers.

Fuck. Y/N.

“Sebastian Davis, speaking. May I ask who this is?” I ask automatically, as if I cannot recognize her soft voice.

“Hi, it's Y/N. We met earlier tonight. Everything came back negative, meet me whenever you can and we can work out a schedule that accommodates you.” She spoke, voice heavenly.

“Sounds good. Thank you.” I hung up and tried to ignore my growing erection.

And finally, I've arrived at Nicholas'.

I know he'll help me take her.

You can't run from me, little mouse.

Her screams bring pleasure to my twisted fantasies.

So oblivious to who is holding her captive.

All she sees is him.

The mask.

I call him, “Friend.”

When I wear the mask it's as if I'm no longer in control. Friend takes over.

And I let him.

It's nice to be feared.

And when she finally sees the man underneath, she'll love me.

She has to love me. I’ll be all she has left.

Right?

I can't breathe.

I feel like I'm drowning.

This feels like death.

A slow agonizing death.

Friend? Friend, are you there?

Please take over.

It's too much-

*

I wake gasping.

It was just a dream. But it had seemed…so real.

I slip out of bed and head to my bathroom.

My home is so empty. I'm so alone.

I just need someone to love me.

But I'll never admit that.

Only Friend knows.

And it'll stay like that.

I stare at myself in the mirror as I attempt to recollect myself, calm myself so I can go back to sleep.

He's laughing at me.

“Quit it.” I mumble, Friend knows I'm addressing him. His laughter grows louder and more frenzied.

“Enough!” My shout echoes throughout the large bathroom.

Finally- it goes quiet.

And finally I gain enough courage to look at it.

The mask- the mask that puts Friend in charge.

“C’mon, Noah. Don't be a puss. You know you want it.” The agonizing voice in my head laughs maniacally.

“I can't. You'll do more than necessary.” I say through gritted teeth, looking at my reflection in the mirror.

“Do. It.” Friend demands.

I take a deep breath, restraining myself from doing as Friend instructs and going back to my bedroom.

I lay in bed, unable to fall back asleep as Friend’s laughs echo in my head.

I stare blankly at the ceiling as Friend continues to taunt me, “Please stop.” I whisper, restricting the tears from spilling.

“Awe? Is the big bad stalker going to cry?” I snap.

I huff and get up, returning to the bathroom, I look at the mirror before grabbing the mask.

“Here you go, Friend.”

I pull the mask over my face before I feel as if I'm being pulled back and unable to control any choices that are made but I'm forced to witness everything.