Page 39 of Malice
JohnBoy27: @Magic_Fingie_Dingies dude, that’s not funny. She really could have.
CumGutters11: If you’re not posting anymore, I’m taking my big dick somewhere else.
CreamPieLover: RIP Merri. I’ll miss your tits the most.
TheRealMan: Can we get a refund if she did?
CallMeMommy: @TheRealMan you’re a dick. I hope you suffer from anal leakage, shithead.
TheRealMan: Fuck off. Everyone else here was wondering the same thing.
MakeItClap22: At least give me a picture of your pretty pussy to remember you by. It’s not healthy for a guy to let his pipes get backed up.
Ifinished scrolling through the wall of posts my subscribers had left on my wall with a heavy sigh. Interacting with my site had never felt like a chore, but with the state of the world and my new nightly festivities, I just didn’t think I had the bandwidth—or frankly, the need—to continue maintaining it.
Merri’s Playground had been born of necessity, not desire. I had no connection to any of my clients... well, except for one. My focus drifted back to Cole’s comment. I’d distanced myself for a reason, and he was still showing up for me. Still concerned about me.
I flicked my focus to the cell phone sitting face down on my bedside table. It had been days since I’d turned it on, and I was nervous about what might await me when I did.
More comments popped up on my feed, distracting me from my worries about Cole. My subscribers were getting angrier by the second. The old Merri would have jumped right on and given them what they wanted, but the truth was, even if I had the energy to keep this going, I didn’t want to. My entire reason for keeping it going this long was so that I could feed without hurting anybody. But now I had a different solution, one that was more satisfying in just about every sense of the word.
And if I was being really honest, something about interacting with strangers this way didn’t feel right anymore. Feelings were involved now, for sure between me and Sin, but I’d be willing to bet it was true for the others as well. Regardless of how they felt for me, I couldn’t deny I cared for all four of them. That was only going to be more true now that the dreamwalks were back on the table.
Which meant that it was time for me to make a decision.
I clicked on the link that would deactivate my page, eyes widening at the notification telling me how many active subscribers would be refunded. The money wasn’t an issue. I had never touched the funds I earned from TwoLips. It simplysat in my account, building with every passing day. This page had been a safety net for me, a place I could always rely on for feeding, a way to survive.
As my cursor hovered over the deactivate button, a wave of panic hit me. What if this was a mistake? Could I really afford to do this? Did I want to put my literal eggs all in the horsemen basket? If they were successful in stopping this apocalypse, they would probably take off and leave me on my own. Well, I guess not totally alone, because if they’re successful, then I’d probably be pregnant.
I ran a palm over my lower belly, thinking about what it would be like to be carrying one of their children. They wouldn’t just leave. They might not give me their undying devotion, but if Malice is any indicator, they’d want to be there for their child.
You can always start over. You’ve done it once and know what to do now. There’s no reason you can’t come back or pick up where you left off if you need to.
That little reminder was all I needed to shove away any lingering doubt. Relief flooded me as soon as I clicked the link and a notification popped up stating my page was no longer available. It was done. Honestly, I felt kind of free.
In a lot of ways, it was the last of the shackles keeping me bound to my old life. The one where I was little more than a prisoner locked up behindIniquity’swalls. The one where I was so afraid of my power that I barely interacted with anyone and never got to know what real intimacy could be. Jimmy had been my one moment in time when I’d felt loved, and that ended in tragedy.
For too long, I’d let that overshadow everything else and keep me from truly living. My days could literally be numbered. Technically everyone’s were, but now there was an actual apocalypse looming. What better time to finally start living?
Better late than never.
With a gusty sigh, I reached for my phone and booted it up. I might as well delete the app and corresponding messenger from my phone. Oh, and I should probably give Andi a heads-up before she went looking for me and assumed the worst.
As soon as the screen came to life, a flood of notifications popped up, texts from Andi and Cole taking priority. I tackled Andi’s messages first.
Andi:
Girl, where are you? The playground is getting restless.
Andi:
Helloooooo?
Andi:
WTF is going on? Did that rockstar fuck you so good you forgot what you do for a living?
Andi:
