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The sub thread cautions anyone, not only women, from interacting with the username and lists a variety of different names, all iterations of the one I’d seen.

He offered me 5k to light a sparkler and stick it in my pu**y,one of the comments begins.Went by the name of MaxxiPads.

I scroll through the rest of the comments in horror. Many of the women are cam girls like me. They all state to proceed with extreme caution. Women who accepted donations from the username or some variation of it have gone into his debt and disappeared off the radar.

Those who didn’t accept his offers weren’t seen again, either.

A lose/lose situation.

Many of the comments state that the police have failed to take them seriously. One of the sub threads on the main conversation comes from a person who has been helping police track the man behind the username with no luck.

My heart thrums in a staccato rhythm and the roaring in my ears blots out every other noise.

He is deadly!

Once he’s got a victim in mind, he does not let go.

Anyone who is thinking about starting up an online account, watch out for weirdos! Vet who comes into your private chats. Be careful and stay cautious.

A little too late for that now.

Too many comments for this to be a fluke. And the police…I’m not surprised none of them are taking it seriously.

The threats seem to come from the areas surrounding Baltimore, I see on closer inspection.

Too many women have disappeared over the last two years for it to be a coincidence. Too many others have apparently been taken by whoever this faceless dude is.

He’s not going to stop, is he?

I gnaw on the inside of my cheek and hurriedly exit out of the browser.

He’s not going to stop…and how am I going to find a way out of this alive?

Chapter 15

Soren

I’m thinking about her.Again.

I’m thinking about how I saw her and Aiden kissing outside last night.

It was a small thing, only a little tongue—keeping it PG-13—and they stopped before it went any further.

Except the scene is seared into my mind and it doesn’t matter how loud the engine of the utility vehicle sounds. Or where I’m going, searching for the best fishing spots down the lakeshore.

I don’t blame my cousin for it. Gilli is young and beautiful. And single.

She’s the perfect plaything, and we’ve been here often enough to know the pickings are slim.

How can you resist a feast when it’s right in front of your face?

The trees thin on the right side of the trail, so I pull over and park. This is one of the best spots for lake trout. It’ll be good to clear my head for a few hours and not think about?—

The kiss.

It flashes in my mind again and I growl out loud, hoping the sound will cut through whatever's going on with me.No luck.

“There’s no reason in the world for them to fight their attraction to each other if that’s what’s going on—” I try to tell myself.