 >"Anon"
>You read the message on your computer screen
>The message from... Sonata
>Sonata?
>Sonata from school?
>Sonata the... Weird one who hung out with those two girls?
>Who isn't the sharpest tool in the shed?
>That Sonata
>The blue one
>What did she want with you?
>And more important, how did she get your contact details on MSN?
>The latter remains the mystery of your generation
>Like how socks always manage to go missing
>No one knows why it happens
>But it just doe-
>"I'm sick"
>A second message
>":)"
>Followed by a smile?
>":("
>Oh, right
>Well, that made slightly more sense
>Well shit
>She was sick
>So what?
>You were on the other side of town
>You didn't even... Know her all that well
>What did she want from you?
>Words of encouragement
>Sympathy?
>'Oh no, get well soon ):'
>No, that wasn't you
>You didn't really care
>Not to be cruel. but she was just "sick"
>She wasn't dying
>She didn't have bird flu
>She was just "sick"
>Still... She didn't exactly deserve you yelling at her right now
>Reminding her that you couldn't care less
>You don't have to show sympathy
>Just maybe... Offer a hand?
"Anything I can do?"
>You said
>Not sure what else you were meant to say
>Not sure what you could do
>You just said it, really
>Because all she could say was "nothing" and you knew you'd do not-
>"Can you come over?"
>She quickly responded
>Too quickly
>Almost immediately
>But that wasn't important
>She was... Excitable?
>Yeah, maybe
>She could type quickly?
>Yeah
>Whatever
>You'll let it slide
>You were missing the important part; she wanted you to come over
>It was 8pm
>Why the fuck were you going to come over?
>Especially when she was ill
>What could you do?
>Make her well again?
>No
>You would just... Catch what she had
>And then you'd both be in this situation
>And that wasn't better for you at all
>And didn't help her, at all
"No way am I coming over, get some sleep and you'll be fine tomorrow."
>You hit send, clicking back to your browser 
>It wasn't long before the icon in the corner of your screen blinked orange
>And again
>And a very familiar "ding" sound played each time
>"Please Anon :("
>The first message said
>"I really need your help :((((("
>Woah, four fucking mouths
>Shit must be serious
>Maybe she's right
>She is ill
>But you're not sure it can be cured
"What about your friends?"
>Yeah, what about them?
>...
>Maybe you should rephrase that
>'What about your friends' almost sounds like you don't count in that group
>Which you don't
>Technically
>But you wouldn't really want to point that out
"The other girls"
>Yeah... That's what you meant
>Who were they?
>Adagio and... Ar... Ara... Something
>Those two
>Those were the one's you meant
>"They're here"
>Oh, well what did it matter if-
>"They're sick too"
>Oh fuck right off
>Really?
>All three of them are sick?
>"They need your help too Anon :(((((((("
>And they all need your help?
>What kind of game were they trying to pull?
>What the fuck kind of trickery were they getting you into?
>It's too late for this shi-
>"Please!!!"
"No."
>You minimised the window again, going back to where you were
>Browsing the internet
>Wow, who ever thought this'd be a good ide-
>A bell
>Like a bell sound
>And again
>Coming from the chat
>Oh for fuck sake
>And again
>That same god damn bell, over and over again
"Stop nudging me"
>You try to type, with the screen shaking around you
>The chat shakes
>And the bell rings
>And the icon flashes orange over and over again
"Fuck sake Sonata"
>And again
"If you think spamming me with nudges is going to make me come over you've got another thing coming!"
>But she kept going
>Continuing to spam you with nudges
>Until there was silence
>...But even taking off your headphones didn't help
>You could still see it
>And the noise was stuck in your head
>Until there was a moment of peace
>No shaking
>No flashing
>And you couldn't even hear it in your head anymore
>"Please Anon, just for an hour at most I promise :("
>And somehow, three quarters of an hour later, you found yourself outside Sonata's house
>At least... You thought it was right
>You didn't want to make that drive for nothing
>Cautiously, you made your way up to the front door of the house
>It was... Well, quite nice actually
>Not too big
>Not too small
>But pretty darn good none the less
>Better than your house, if only a bit
>You knocked on the front door and stood outside, waiting
>God it was cold
>Fuck, this better be worth while
>What was she going on about anyway?
>They need you?
>'They' need you?
>'You'?
>Specifically you
>No one else
>A short wait, and Sonata opened the front door
>She looked awful
>Really awful
>Like... Holy shit, did she skip out on food?
>For a week?
>How did this happen?
>Last you saw her, she looked fine
>She almost looked like she was on death's door here
>He blue skin was pale
>She was shivering, a towel wrapped around her shoulders and covering her chest
>"O-o-oh... Y-y-you made it!"
>She stuttered, trying to get the words out
>Almost reaching out for a hug before you step back
"I don't want what you've got."
>She shook her head
>"Y-y-you won't... P-p-promise."
>She said, as she stepped aside gesturing you to walk in
>You hoped that was true
>You hoped she knew what she was talking abou-
>Were you really just about to put your health in the hands of Sonata?
>Of all people?
>Her?
>Whatever it was that compelled you to come over here - it better have been fucking worth it
>You walked into house
>The nice, warm house
>This was brilliant!
>You know, suddenly the idea of going home any time soon seemed... Out of the question
>You'd have to walk outside in the cold
>And then fumble around with your keys at the car
>And then the car has been sat in the cold too
>You'd be sat in an ice box on the way home
>When you could be here
>Nice and warm
>Potentially catching... Ebola or some shit
>Except that'd be ridiculous of course
>What'd a West African virus be doing in America?
>Sonata walked through to the lounge, where sat on what was quite a large sofa were Adagio and...
>The other one
>Names
>Who gives a shit
>The two of them are sat, towels wrapped around their shoulders too
>It's like they just got drenched or something
>That's... Probably not going to help whatever it is they have
>Unless they are soaking wet underneath
>In which case-
>"Th-h-hanks for coming over Anon"
>The one without a name said, reluctantly
>Wow
>What a bitch
>You were a bit of an arsehole, but at least you came over
>Even Adagio - who was almost like a super bitch - seemed to be glad to see you
>"We're so glad to see you Anonymous"
>See
>"When we found out we had this..."
>She paused, giving quick glances to the other two girls who shrugged their shoulders
>"Thing... We called you over immediately. You're the only one who can help us."
>She said in the sweetest, most innocent voice
>The sweetest... Most... Distracting voice
>Was it normally like that?
>The three girls dropped their towels, and you were almost immediately blinded by a bright red light
>A flash
>A sudden shock
>And another flash
>Only to succumb to the sweet harmonies of the three girls just...
>They were singing?
>It sounded like singing, at least
>They got closer and closer and closer towards you
>And with every second
>And every step they took
>You began to grow tired
>You yawned
>And took a seat
>Right on the ground...
>Just... There, that's perfect
>You began to slowly close your eyes as you looked up at the three girls around you
>Well, at least they all looked... Better
>A strike across your cheek
>"Hey!"
>A voice yelled
>Your eyes shot open
>In front of you was... The purple one
>You know, whilst you're here you should really get to learning her name
>You reached for the floor to lift yourself up a-
>Wait...
>No, your arms weren't cooperating with you
>They tried their best
>But they just couldn't do it
>Would that have anything to do with the chains
>...Around your arms
>...And your feet
>And the collar around your neck
>Oh shit
>This wasn't good
>You couldn't even rub your sore cheek
>On a related note; fuck!
>That girl can slap real fucking hard!
>But, more importantly, where are you?
>You can see the three girls
>All of whom... Look alright?
>It's a bit dark
>You can't really tell
>But the light from their necklaces is enough to brighten their faces
>They're not shivering any more
>They've ditched their towels for good by the looks of things
>And they all have these... Shit eating grins on their faces
>That's kind of creepy
>But also, a little bit hot too
>Sonata bent down and walked up to you
>"I'm so glad you came over Anon!"
>She said, elated
>She was so... Excited
>She sat down on your legs outstretched legs, leaning forward so her face was almost touching your own
>You know... You kind of liked where this was going
>Held in a dark room by chains?
>Surrounded by three girls?
>You couldn't complain
>At least it was warm
>At least you didn't have ebola
>Sonata looked you in the eyes
>Directly... In... The... Eyes
>Her eyelids half open
>A saucy look in her shimmering, green eyes
>"You're a dick Anon."
>She whispered to you
>You're a-
>What?
>Uhh... You... Suppose
>A bit
>Maybe
>You didn't care much really
>"Why do you always have to be just so angry, Anon? Why do you always have to be horrible to people?"
>Was this Sonata's attempt at being sexy?
>It's like someone said "call him a bad boy" and she took the chance to air her grievances
"I... Uh... I guee-"
>She put a finger on your lips, shaking her head
>"No talking. Save it. You're going to love what comes next."
>She continued, still whispering
>She backed away from you, a grin growing on her face
>What comes next?
>You weren't sure
>But all this teasing was kind of-
>A smack
>Another smack
>On the same cheek
>Fuck!
>You didn't show it on the outside, but fuck that stings
>You wanted to reach to your face but-
>Right, chains
>Restrained down here
>Nothing you can do
>"How does that make you feel, Anon?"
>Sonata asked, looking over your bright red cheek
>How does it... What?
>You hurt
>You feel fucking pissed off is how you feel
>She just slapped you
>How are you going to feel?
>What's the point in this?
>Revenge?
>You hadn't particularly been a dick to them
>Just... In general, you suppose
>Unless everyone at school was in on it
"What?"
>Another smack
>The other cheek this time
>Fuck!
>Wrong answer?
>"How do you feel now, Anon?"
>Again with how you feel?
>What does she want you to say?
>Another smack, alternating cheeks
>Come on!
>She didn't even give you a chance that time
>Your face was bright read now
>Almost as red as their necklaces that-
>Were they... Brighter than before?
>"How about now Anon, anything you want to say?"
>Yeah
>A couple questions
>But first...
"Can you just stop slapping me?!"
>You yelled in defence
>Sonata stopped
>She listened to you
>Oh, well, if you knew that's it it'd take to get her to fucking stop slapping you-
>You're distracted by Sonata
>Still on top of you
>But with her body movements, it's like she's riding you
>Riding your legs
>She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath in
>Her chest slowly rising as she held the breath for longer and longer
>The small crystal at the heart of her pendant glowing a brilliant red
>She smiles
>Her hips slowly swinging back and forth
>Side to side
>All around your waste and your legs
>You feel it
>The flesh of her buttocks against your crotch
>The pole in your pants pushing forward
>And with each movement of her rear, your slowly hardening member moves unwillingly along with it
>She doesn't even seem to notice
>Doesn't twig
>Or... Flinch
>Or even open her eyes
>But she's got you right where she wants you...
>Uhh... You think
>You can never tell what Sonata wants
>She's a tough book to read
>Probably because she doesn't even know what she wants or where she's going
>She grasps your shoulder with her left hand
>Holding onto it for support against her own slow body movements
>And just when you thought the reason why you were here was getting started!-
>She stops
>Like the tease she is
>Fuck
>Well, you suppose it wasn't meant to be
>She goes almost completely still as she savours this final moment
>A smile of pleasure as she bites her bottom lip
>The glowing stops, and she releases the breath she's been holding in
>A quiet, subtle moan escapes from her lips
>What the fuck was that all about?
>Did she just... Get off because you told her to stop slapping her?
>Part of you was confused
>Fucking... Weird girl
>The other part of you-
>Which was now... Most of you
>Wanted to see it happen again
>You'd be lying if you didn't say you enjoyed that
>The way she was swinging back and forth
>The way she tried ever so hard to hold her breath
>The way she struggled to keep in that one last moan
>But that almost wasn't enough damn it!
>She was such a fucking tease!
>"Oh wow!"
>She yelled at the top of her voice, almost ruining the moment
>So much for... Silent...
>The illusion that, for a moment, she wasn't all that stupid
>She didn't scream
>She didn't yell
>But all of that was gone in an instant
>When you realised, that some retarded girl just got off on your lap
>And then... She actually got off your lap
>Standing up, taking the moment to breath she turned to the other girls stood at the back of the room
>"You've got to try him, girls!"
>She said, smiling with glee
>Was... That it?
>She just rides you for a bit and passes you onto purple face for round 2?
>Ding ding ding!
>Anon's ready for round 2!
>Can he make it to round 3?
>Will he finally receive the prize of someone actually fucking him tonight?
>Or will he just sit in this basement for the rest of the evening?
>"He's just so... Mad!"
>Sonata continued, jumping up and down on the spot in front of you
>The other girls just looked over at one another
>Arms crossed, giving a disproving glare to the blue haired, blue ski-
>The blue one
>"Alright, you've had your fun..."
>Adagio began, shaking her head
>Well, maybe your evening would be cut short
>"But we're all hungry. you can't just have him for yourself."
>The pur-
>You know, you should ask her name
>Right now would be the best tim-
>"Sonata..."
>Adagio grabbed hold of her friend, pulling her in
>The two whispered to one another
>Looking over at you every so often
>All you could catch of their conversation was...
>"But we're not ACTUALLY hurting him, right?"
>"Don't worry Sonata, when we're through with him he won't feel a thing."
>That sounded... G-great
>You think
>You don't know what to think
>These girls haven't made an ounce of sense since you'd arrived
>First they're sick
>Then they're not
>Then they want to fuck you
>Then they don't
>And then they just insult you
>You're not... Mad
>Well, this whole evening was beginning to put that into question
>You wondered over to a girls house
>A girl you hardly spoke to
>Only to be trapped in her basement and teased to death
>And part of you kind of wanted to fuck her
>Who said you weren't mad?
>"Oh thank goodness for that!"
>Defiantly retarded
>In almost a moment, she resumed her previous position
>Looking you directly in the eyes
>Here it comes
>Round 2
>First, a couple of slaps
>Then, yelling at her
>Then some kind of-
>A slap
>Fuck!
>You were literally mid thought
>She could at least have the common decency to not be such a fucking bitch
>And why always the slap?
>What's the fucking point?
>"You're right, I can feel it!"
>Adagio said as she knelt down next to you
>She took a sudden, sharp sniff
>"I can almost smell it!"
>Okay, maybe she was mad
>Unless you were sweating?
>Did they get off the smell of sweat?
>Was that what Sonata's shit was about before?
>"He really is just so... Angry!"
>Angry?
>You're not angry
>No- Not any more angry than normal
>Y-y-yeah?
>The purple one mimicked her orange friend
>"He's mad alright. He's real mad!"
>Now you were surrounded by the three girls
>Three-
>Well, there was no other way to put it
>Three insane girls
>Sonata raised her arm in the air, slowly, opening her hand
>"What if we-"
>Her sentence was interrupted by a smack
>One on either cheek
>But it wasn't Sonata...
>They were all in on it now
>Shit
>When did this end?