Page 3 of Cyber Revenge

God, his voice. That voice could ruin a girl. It was smooth and rough at the same time, like gravel dipped in whiskey. It made me squeeze my thighs together.

We play again. Then again. Hours pass. I lose track of time completely.

I didn’t want it to end. Not because I want to win. I just didn’t wanthimto log off.

When my controller finally dies and the screen goes black, I sit there, a little breathless, a lot flushed, staring at my reflection in the blank monitor like,What the hell just happened?

Then his message pops up.

[TripsterGuy]: Same time tomorrow, Killstreak?

I bite my lip, fingers hovering over the controller before I type back.

[LydieLIVE]: Oooh, I get a nickname already?

It’s been one game….

You'd better show up.

I don’t know who he is. I don’t even know what he looks like.

Okayyyy, I have a thought, but I could be totally wrong, and there have to be other people with that name in the world, right?

Something about him makes my pulse spike.

Makes me curious.

Makes me want to lose.

THREE

TRIP

Iwas only supposed to run a quick match.

I have ink on my hands, a full day of clients tomorrow, and I’ve been awake for twenty hours straight. But I can’t sleep. Not withherstill in my head.

The gaming girl. The beautiful little killer.

Split-dyed hair. Thick thighs. Big tits barely stuffed into a sheer tank top. She makes thirst traps look like religion. Her voice is always teasing, sweet, confident, with that bite just underneath.

She hadn’t posted tonight.

But I knew her handle.LydieLIVE.I’d seen it in passing in some of the Masktok comment sections. She was always in thecomments of those videos, thirsty. My curiosity turned into a habit. Then obsession. Now, I can’t stop.

I don’t need to. Obsession has kept me alive this long.

I queue into aCall of Dutyround, controller in hand, headset loose around my neck. A chill from the half-open window rolls across my bare back. I haven’t bothered with a shirt. Just low-slung sweats and the ache in my gut that never really goes away anymore.

The second I join, I hear her voice.

Not the filtered version she uses on social media. Not the sultry stream persona. Just… her.

Real.

Slightly out of breath. Focused. Talking shit like she knows the game better than any of them.

It’sher.

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