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TWO

INDI

The vision of a man in a mask shot through my dreams, scaring the shit out of me. He was watching me, following me home as I tried to rush across the street. I tried to outrun him, but he was too fast, and like every other night, he caught me. This masked stalker started to appear in my dreams a few years ago. At first, I thought it was just a random thing, but then I realized one of my growing followers wore a similar mask in their profile picture. And soon, that same person had become one of my biggest subscribers. He’d send me harmless messages, but something about him always left me on edge. It wasn’t the mask, or the noticeably large sums he’d pay for one-on-one videos. No, he never said or did anything during those times, just sitting there with a black screen. No, it was fear of the unknown. This ghostface was a complete mystery to me. But I did know one thing. He wanted me.

My eyes shot open as I gasped. “Indi?” I turned to see Carter, still heavily stuck in sleep next to me. I had to grab my head to calm myself, my heart still racing as I realized it was just a nightmare. “What’s wrong?” He sounded so tired.

“I—I?—”

“Shhh. Just… lie back down.” His hand brushed my arm.

“I can’t. I had that nightmare again. The one with that man in the mask?—”

“Ugh.” Carter reluctantly sat up. “Indi, everything is fine. There’s no fucking guy in a Halloween mask running around.” I made a face, and he sighed. I had told Carter of the follower, but all he said was to block the guy. I half expected him to be more protective, but he wasn’t. Granted, I didn’t tell him about the messages, or private video calls, or even the random dark videos I’d received. But that was probably for the best. “Listen, you’re safe here. Okay? No one will hurt you with me around. Now, please, let’s go back to sleep. The sun isn’t even up yet.” Carter laid back down and almost instantly fell asleep.

Must be nice to sleep like a baby.

I rolled over and grabbed my phone. The screen lit up, almost burning my eyes as I scrolled through my social media. I tapped the private messages and searched until I found him. Carter had told me to block him, but I didn’t.

It’s just a message. It can’t hurt you. He’s just a fan. Just a fan.

I tapped the thread and scrolled through, reading his messages. For the most part, they were short and sweet. Nothing more than a “you’re a goddess” or “I want to worship you.” Nothing too crazy. Usually I just double tapped and hearted them, thinking nothing of it. He’d sent me a few random videos, completely pitch black. Wasn’t sure what those were about, but again, nothing crazy. I just ignored them. But the last message he sent was different. It was a video of him in that fucking mask, sitting in the dark, fully covered in all black clothing. Harmless. But what he did next made me gasp. I watched as his gloved covered hand reached down and pulled out his dick and began to rub it.

Oh my god!

I quickly swiped from the app and sat there with my mouth wide open. It took me a few minutes to shake the image of his enormous dick and that mask from my brain. I wanted to just go home. So, I opened my text messages and typed out my words.

Hey. Are you awake?

I waited anxiously, feeling more and more uneasy with each passing second.

Why wasn’t he answering me?

My fingers typed fast, sending a second message.

I need you.

Within the blink of an eye, he responded.

What happened?

I felt relieved at his response, immediately typing back.

Nothing. I’m at Carter’s. Can you come get me?

Already on my way.

I quietly looked back over at Carter, passed the fuck out. It annoyed me how much he cared only for himself. I wanted to whack him with a pillow and scream and shout. Times like this made me regret dating him. I just wanted out of here. Away from him. My feet hit the floor as I quickly dressed and gathered my things. It wasn’t long before Haze texted me back saying he was here.

I met him at Carter’s door. “That was quick. Were you nearby?” I asked, shutting the door behind me.

Haze grinned. “Sort of.”

“And you were just awake this early? What the hell have you been doing?” I almost didn’t want to know, noticing he was now wearing jeans and his leather jacket, telling me he had plans last night. “You know what—I don’t want to know.” I never liked hearing about his girlfriends and hookups, especially when it involved Mary-Jane.

“Don’t worry about it. You needed me, so I’m here. Come on, let’s get you back home.” He placed his arm around my waist and walked me to the passenger side of his car and opened the door. I tried not to show my face as I ducked inside, my cheeks flustered by his touch. “Here.” Haze handed me one of his oversized t-shirts. “Figured you’d want to change into something more comfortable.” As he closed the door, I inhaled his scent from the shirt, quickly tugging it over my body before he could see me.

I tried to unzip my dress, but it was stuck. “Fuck. Um, Haze?” He looked at me as he closed his door. “Do you mind? I can’t get it?” I turned, lifting my hair and raising the shirt to show him the back of my dress. He remained silent, so quiet I could almost swear I heard my heart beating.

What was he doing?

“Haze?” His fingers gripped the zipper, effortlessly yanking it as it unsnapped. The feel of his fingertips hovering over my skin gave me chills.

“I got you,” he whispered while he unzipped my dress. His hand remained still for a minute, resting on my bare lower back before he pulled back. “There.”

With a swallow, I dropped the t-shirt and pulled the dress off and through the neck hole, tossing it in his back seat. My eyes met his as he stared at me, making my cheeks blush once more. “What?” I asked.

His eyes fell to my lap. The hem of his t-shirt barely covered my crotch. I tugged at the end, pulling it down to keep my vagina from view. Haze laughed softly to himself. “Seatbelt, Indi.” My cheeks burned so hot I knew they were red.

“Right, right!” I immediately buckled in as he put the car in drive and drove us back home. The entire trip back we sat in silence.

Why the fuck would you think he was looking? You idiot. He’s your brother! Get your shit together, Indi. Stop thinking such things and just focus on Carter. Carter, right. My boyfriend. My boyfriend, Carter. I began to focus on Carter and his features. His long, wavy blonde hair, his blue eyes and toned body. How fit he was, thanks to playing hockey on weekends with his friends. Carter was beyond attractive, which is why Mary-Jane couldn’t keep her eyes or hands off him. It was bad enough she was still lingering around, hooked on Haze. But now Carter. I didn’t like sharing with her…especially not Haze.

I don’t know why he had to pick her…out of everyone he could have, why her? Why Mary-Jane? Was it something that happened that night? That night ? —

The car parked and turned off as I realized how fast time had flown. I must’ve been lost in my thoughts the entire way back. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon as I yawned.

“You seem tired, Indi.” Haze opened my door for me. “Why don’t you head back to bed? I’ll take care of Kush.”He was always so sweet. Kush was technically my cat, but Haze always cared for him like he was ours. And I really appreciated it. As did Kush.

Truthfully, I wanted to go to back to sleep, but the fear of seeing that fucking mask suddenly crept back into my bones, making me nervous. “Maybe. I—I had a nightmare earlier.”

“What was it about?” He asked as we stepped into the apartment. Kush trotted over to us with his stubby little legs. He meowed softly, rubbing along our legs.

“Nothing. I think I might need to take some Melatonin or something.” I picked the heavy cat up and cuddled him close as he purred into me. “I missed you too, little man.”

Haze walked past me. “I might have just the thing.” He went into his room as I placed Kush back down. When he reentered the room, he had a small Ziploc of something in his hand.

“What’s that? More weed?” I teased.

“Special edibles, actually.” He shook the bag full of what appeared to be squares before pulling one out. “I made these the other night. Sugar-coated fruit bites infused with an extra special dose of THC. I made these for myself to help with relaxing and sleeping.” He tossed an orange cube in my direction. “Try one.”

I examined the small cube closely, sniffing it. “Oh man, that doesn’t exactly smell right.”

“Oh stop. You haven’t even tried it yet!” Haze teased, watching me. “Go on. Eat it.”

I wasn’t sure why, but the fruit square made me a bit nervous. “Well, if it helps me sleep,” I whispered, tossing it into my mouth. The sugar coating was sweet, but it had a second taste to it I couldn’t quite pinpoint. A powdery substance that quickly dissolved with the sugar as the bitter and tangy orange flavor of the fruit edible flooded my mouth. The texture was odd, half hardened and half bouncy, like a gummy. My face tightened and moved, giving away my thoughts.

“Damn Indi, if you don’t like it, just say it.” Haze chuckled.

“No, no,” I swallowed the edible, trying to get the bitter aftertaste from my mouth. “Just uh—not what I expected.”

“It’s okay to say you don’t like it.” He stepped closer, removing his leather jacket and carefully placing it on the kitchen island. “Just use your words and tell me the truth.” My heart lightly raced as he stared down at me. His finger brushed my lower lip, causing me to gasp ever so slightly. “You, uh, missed a little.” He brushed a bit of sugar from the corner of my mouth.

“Oh gosh,” I wheezed. “Let me just—” Without even thinking, my mouth wrapped around his finger and sucked the sugar from his skin. His brow raised as I realized what I had done, quickly backing away with hot cheeks. “Good night!” I rushed past him, slamming my door behind me.

What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? My brain raced.

“Goodnight, Indi,” Haze called from the kitchen.

Oh my god, get your shit together.

I closed my eyes, taking a few minutes to focus on my breathing before crawling into my bed. I curled up into his t-shirt and tried to focus as my head began to feel light. The edible had hit me way sooner than I expected as my head began to spin with the room.

This doesn’t feel right…what— I passed out.

HAZE

The numbers on my phone slowly changed as I waited, taking a few hits from the bong we kept in the living room. Kush has been rubbing all along me, basking in the smell of weed. He was oddly awake for such an early hour, but it was entertaining, helping me pass the time. I wanted to wait, to ensure the special edible I had given Indi really took effect before doing anything.

“We should be good now,” I whispered to Kush. “Let’s go check on Indi.” The cat made all sorts of noises as he followed me to her door. I carefully opened it to see her passed out in her bed. She had kicked her blanket off and my shirt was barely covering her, her black lingerie thing on full display.

Passed out cold. Perfect.

Quietly, I stepped into the room and approached the side of her bed. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, her long, black hair waved all around. Her thighs were spread, allowing me to see more than usual, her stomach completely exposed as the hem of my shirt lay just low enough to cover her nipples. She looked so fucking appetizing, and it took everything in my power not to fuck her right then and there.

Control yourself.

My hand grazed her arm, listening as she moaned gently in her sleep. My dick was fully awake and ready, to the point it hurt. My fingers trailed along the fabric of my t-shirt, gliding so delicately along her nipple and breasts. It was torture. I wanted to feel her skin against mine, to listen to the sounds she made as I showed her how loved she was. But I couldn’t. Not yet.

Kush meowed, struggling to jump onto her bed. I turned and helped him as he nestled in next to her, joining her in sleep. Indi rolled faintly, my name dripping from her sleepy mouth.

Oh fuck. My dick throbbed uncontrollably. I need to handle this. Now.

I lifted the hem of my shirt enough to see one of her breasts and sat in the chair she had in her room and whipped my dick out. It was so hard and swollen, begging to be touched. My hand began to stroke the shaft as I eyed her immensely, studying every curve of her body and memorizing all her features. The night we spent together years ago reflected behind my eyes as if it just happened, coaxing me as I jacked off to the sight of her. This sick desire and obsession I had for her was getting out of hand. I found myself, much like now, needing to relieve myself more and more, only able to really get off to her. It was becoming unbearable, living in this endless torture of seeing the very thing I wanted and could never have. Oh, it was so wrong. But fuck, it was so right.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I came hard into my hand, spewing my excitement all over. “Shit!” I quickly tried to stop myself, rushing to the kitchen as I fumbled with my jacket, moaning and trying not to come all over the place. “Fuck. Oh fuck!” My hands untwisted the jar as I continued to come inside, adding to my jizz from the night before. “Yes,” I moaned, holding nothing back, and I began to fill the jar up. “Oh, fuck yes.” I quickly climbed down from the high and closed the jar, cleaning myself up immediately after. I examined it closely, proud of how much I had collected. “Perfect. This is more than enough.”

I sat the jar down and changed my clothes before returning to the kitchen. Kush meowed, rubbing along my leg as if he knew I was about to light up and smoke while I baked. “Not right now, little man. You’ve had more than enough to last you a bit.” The cat grumbled, clawing for me to pick him up. “Alright, but don’t touch anything, okay?” I placed the fat cat on the counter as I gathered a few things. He sniffed the ingredients and patted the utensils, eventually coming to my special jar. I had to move him to the other side and place the jar up high in the cabinet. “Careful Kush. This is a very special ingredient just for Indi. We need every last bit.” The cat meowed as I lit my joint and inhaled, feeling the smoke fill my lungs. “Ahh. Now, time to make some brownies.”