EPILOGUE: The Drone

You remain in this white, soulless room for what seems to be an age. You never leave, being fed through a slot in the door. The voice never returns and the phone is never used. It's as though you're in a jail cell, being ordered to lead a live stream of you playing with yourself on a creepy website called 'GirlzRUs', gaining a large following. People seem to love you on there, sending you donations and asking you to do things in return for money. Some ask for deep-throat practise, some ask for you to spank yourself. The people sometimes ask for darker things, though you often decline.

Due to the legal contract, you never disclose what's happened to you, making yourself seem like an average cam-boy. You start to enjoy it though, making all this money. On the odd occasion, the maid offers you a choice between two items. Sometimes they're non-sexual, such as a book or videogame, but they're mostly sex toys. Your favourite item she gave you had to be a notebook, which came with a pen. You started drawing, finding a hobby in it.

The live streams seemed to surprise you each and every time, each demand being the same but with slightly different conditions. You would never contact another person in person, only shouting through the door or talking on stream.

You'd receive direct messages that seemed to be polite, yet eventually each person would grow abusive from your refusal to meet up with them. It would upset you at first, but eventually you'd grow used to it.

Afterall, this is your new life- the life of a mindless drone.