“Do you remember when you wrote about your fantasy of someone discovering the account?” he said, his eyes narrowing as he glanced up at me. I did remember: I’d written it a few weeks ago and flung it out into the void of the internet - just an idle fantasy that had come into my mind one day. Aiden cleared his throat, and read softly, “I keep imagining someone finding out about this account and scolding me for being so bad, so filthy -” His eyes flickered up, gauging my expression. I was shaking, torn between excitement and terror. He went on, “- I imagine them punishing me, forcing me to live
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I am screaming! Threw my phone away and had to take a break
