Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
However, he was getting more and more worried about her safety. He would guard her with his life but there was only so much he could do if she refused to help. Despite her many admirers, there were several obnoxious or hurtful comments under almost all of her videos. Humans seemed to feel free to disparage each other as long as they had the anonymity of the Internet to hide behind. But none of them worried him as much as the comments from the user called “Slasher69.”
The comments had started as thinly veiled sexual come-ons—this user seemed to believe that a “fat chick” as he called Samantha—would welcome his advances. He wrote things like,
“Why don’t we get together, baby? I’ll let you suck me like your favorite lollypop all night long—fat chicks love sucking dick.”
And…
“If you go down on your knees and beg for me to fuck you, I’ll pound you from behind, doggy-style. I’ll make you come so hard you cry!”
And other more disgusting things as well—things a male should never say to a female he hadn’t even met and didn’t know intimately. It made R’orn angry just to read them—he wanted to reach through the screen and grab the disrespectful human by his throat and teach him a lesson!
But when Samantha didn’t reply to any of Slasher69’s posts, his tone had gotten progressively more threatening.
“You fat bitch! You’ll be begging me to fuck you but I’m going to fuck you up instead!” one of his recent remarks had read. “I’m going to slice you into little pieces and fill a bathtub with your blood. That way I can jerk off all over you any time I want!”
Naturally, most of the major social media platforms didn’t allow this kind of threatening language, but Slasher69 got around that by inserting symbols and numbers instead of letters into some of the words. So “fat bitch” became “f@t b1tch.” The modified words were still readable and they got his point across without setting off the bots that were supposed to catch this kind of hate speech.
He was also proving impossible to track down. R’orn had been trying ever since he’d been assigned to Samantha and he wasn’t having much luck. He’d even gotten a tech on the Mother Ship whose specialty was the human Internet to try, but Slasher69 remained at large. Whoever he was, he was extremely good at covering his tracks.
R’orn wished the stalker hadn’t latched on to Samantha but he could see why he had. She was so pretty and vibrant—even in her videos, she came across as genuine and relatable. She seemed to honestly want to help the “spirits” she “communicated” with. In fact, if R’orn hadn’t been so sure she was just performing an act for the human social media ecosphere, he might almost have believed she was really speaking to dead humans and trying to help them.
Because that was what she did—at least according to her show—she went to “haunted houses” and helped the dead get what they wanted.
Often it was simply acknowledgement. Sometimes she would listen and talk as though holding a whole conversation with a person who wasn’t there—she really was an amazingly realistic actress, R’orn thought. She ought to be in some of the human’s shows or movies—she would certainly be a better female lead than the stick-thin females that they all seemed to think were so attractive here on Earth.
Sometimes she encountered an evil or vengeful spirit and pretended that she had to leave the house quickly. But mostly she made it seem as though the “ghosts” she contacted were willing to speak to her and tell her the story of their life and death, which she then relayed to her eagerly listening audience.
R’orn had to admit that even though he knew the whole thing was fake, her vids really were entertaining. He had watched hours and hours of them—though at first he’d promised himself he was only reading the comments to look for dangerous humans and keep her safe. But the little Elite had an innate charisma that translated well to the screen, and he found he couldn’t stop watching.
And now he was going to get to watch her make one of her vids up close and personal—which was doubtless going to be interesting. Samantha insisted that she really could see and hear spirits—it would be fun to watch her film her show, though he wished she would just admit, at least to him, that it was all an act. However, she didn’t seem willing to do that, so he would just have to keep his mouth closed and watch over her while she worked.
R’orn just hoped that Slasher69 wasn’t anywhere around. Or if he was, he hoped he showed himself soon so R’orn could take him out. Next week was the full moon and he couldn’t protect Samantha then—he would need to be somewhere hidden inside or else back at the Mother Ship—which would be safer and better.