Reflections

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This is going to be a picture-heavy chapter. Lots of Lynn, as you can probably imagine, but I've also included some photos of the Lynchwood family that I wouldn't otherwise be able to fit in and I'm also introducing Lynn's penthouse.

God, I love New York City so much.

And as always in my stories:

"This is direct speech. It can be directly influenced, interrupted and stopped, by the other person or by yourself."

'This is direct speech that cannot be interrupted because it is written or a recording. This also applies to text messages.'

And these are thoughts, but I'm sure you already knew that.

Now, please enjoy...

Chapter 43

I hate him! I hate him so much! That fucking dirty ape!

"I'm going to destroy you, you son of a bitch!" My threatening voice echoes through the luxurious apartment on West 59th Street near Columbia Circle, but not even all the money and power my family has accumulated through stock market transactions and foreign trade can make me forgive this low-life peasant who ruined my life.

Dark clouds are gathering over the city and the building and I wish that this maggot gets struck by lightning on his way home. Or better even, his house gets struck by lightning and he and his whole fucking family burns alive! They should all pay for bringing such an insane monster into the world that dares to touch me!

I stare grimly out of the large windows of the New York penthouse and plan the destruction of the entire Lynchwood family for touching me.

No police, no courts, no law and order. He wants to play dirty, show his power? He can do that. I have more power! I don't need the police to do... whatever. The thought evaporates as I imagine him whining, kneeling at my feet and begging for forgiveness.

Finn Lynchwood.

"I will destroy you. You don't know who you've messed with." Yes, I will beat him. I will beat him to pieces and then he will have to admit that I am better than him! "Better than he will ever be!"

Angrily, I wander around the top floor of the penthouse, but not even the beautiful evening and the picturesque colors that I have long since grown tired of can calm me down.

How dare he talk about me like that? Doesn't he know who I am? Who my parents are? We can destroy him, everything he has, everything he is. His ridiculous life is nothing compared to mine. He has no money, no power and no influence. He is not beautiful. He is not loved.

My face is reflected in the thick windows behind which the city is just slipping into its dazzling nighttime glow. Twilight hour.

So why does it bother me so much that he talks about me like that?

My eyes meet those of Lynn Huoa in the window and for a brief moment, I stare into my own eyes.

“Fucking loser! Fucking… fucker!”

I am so angry, I can’t think of another swear word. “Die! Die in a fire, you bastard!”

I scream so loudly that you can hear it throughout the apartment…

But nobody answers me.

I am alone.

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My father is still at a stock market meeting, probably already drunk and with a pretty woman on his arm.

My mother is partying somewhere in the city, probably already drunk and with a hot boy toy on her arm.

The two of them are living the New York high life. The housekeepers have already gone home. I know that they are doing their work quickly so that they don't have to deal with me.

Good! I hate them too! Peasants! Human scum! Uneducated morons!

And my boyfriend?

He is studying abroad, long-distance relationship. I quickly wander through my luxurious apartment on the top floor where I am all alone, undisturbed by my parents or anyone else below me, and grab my cell phone. I quickly dial his number, lie down on the large sofa in front of the wall-high windows overlooking Central Park, ignore the view and wait for my boyfriend to answer the call.

In vain.

"Fuck!" I throw the cell phone on the sofa and get up again. "That asshole! Where is he?" But I can imagine. It is already late at night in Monaco and he is probably partying... drunk and... with another girl on his arm? Maybe the aspiring Victoria's Secret model with whom he has already taken some photos on social media? "No. No. He wouldn't dare. No!" The sofa cushion makes a much too soft, unsatisfying noise as I hurl it onto the extremely expensive parquet floor and my anger still remains inside me, untouched, unresolved and burning.

I'm so angry. I'm always angry. Not just today, even if today is particularly bad. Because...

"Because of him!" The second cushion flies across the room and hits the wide window. But this time too, it doesn't help me and my anger remains. Fuck my parents! Fuck my boyfriend! Fuck all of it! It's him! All of it is because of him! I could deal with all that shit but it is Finn fucking Lynchwood who must destroy my perception of my world with his cruel and childish power plays. He hurt me! And I hate him!

So why does it hurt me so much that he called me ugly?

I step in front of the large window again and look at my semi-transparent reflection as the sun sinks over the buildings of New York. Even in comfortable shorts and a baggy shirt, I still look like a goddess. Thin, toned and with refined features. I am more beautiful than anything this loser has ever seen in his life and...

"I'm beautiful," I murmur to my reflection and try to make it look strong and confident. But the Lynn in the glass is just... confused. "Why doesn't he see it? Why did he have to be so... mean to me?"

Okay, maybe the harmless joke we played on him wasn't so harmless after all. But it was Candice's idea! She wanted to get back at him and I... I was just angry... Like I always am.

But not now. Not at him. Not at Finn.

Finn...

My face fades as I step back. Then, without thinking about it, I grab my phone. I shouldn't do it, but I can't help it. I know his number from the volleyball club and before I can think...

'Why do you think I'm not pretty?'

Send.

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Wait. That was a mistake. Now he thinks I'm weak. Should I write something else? Or delete his number and block him? What if...

'Lynn?'

'Who else? Or is there someone else you've humiliated as much as me? What kind of monster are you?'

Send.

Shit, that was definitely too much. Pull yourself together, Lynn. You're talking to a peasant, a lower being who is below your level of existence and...

'Your friends, for example? There are a lot of needy bitches fighting for my attention right now and you're at the bottom of the ladder, Lynn.'

"Fuck you!"

'Fuck you!' This disgusting little... I breathe in and out slowly. Why am I always so angry?

It hurts to be so angry.

But Finn wouldn't understand. 'You don't know' But I delete the last sentence again. As much as it hurts me, I wrote to him for a reason and I was too stupid to hide it. Finn knows what drives me and there's no point in lying to him now. 'I deserve that you talk to me' I write to him instead and send the text.

Then nothing happens for a while as I stare at the chat history and wait for him to get in touch. This fucking social media. I can see that he has received and read my message. I want him to answer me! He has to answer me! I deserve it! I want it! I need...

I'm frightened by my thoughts. What am I thinking? I need it?

"What the..." The cell phone in my hand remains dark and silent and from the reflective black display the dark figure of Lynn Huoa stares at me, who is on the top floor of the penthouse in Central Park, alone. "How can it be... that I... and he..."

The vibration of the cell phone startles me so much that I flinch and almost drop it.

'You deserve to talk to me? After everything you've done?'

'It was just a joke!' I defend myself, but I know he's right.

'Because of that joke, I might never have seen my sisters again,' comes the answer quickly and even though we're just texting, somehow I sense the meaning behind the words. In any case, I think I understand what emotions are driving him when he says these words.

'I didn't know you had siblings,' I write and send the text. Then I wait for a reply, but only briefly.

It doesn't take long to find him on the usual social media sites.

Shit, he's poor. The same three shirts, the same two pairs of pants, always the same haircut... And little interaction with his siblings. He has three, none of them related it seems. The youngest keeps reminding him of this. She seems to enjoy mocking him but he always responds well to her attacks, sometimes a little annoyed but never angry.

She looks kind of cute and I know how she must feel of him. Annoyed mostly, but deep in her heart... Maybe she isn't so evil after all.

The oldest seems to ignore him. I can't find much about her and she reminds me of the life my father wants me to have after I finish my private school.

Smart, beautiful and educated. The world is hers and she doesn't need a maggot like Finn in her life.

And his mother.

She must be so annoyed of him, her looser son with her beautiful, successful daughters. I bet she wants him to simply go away like a stray dog, dirty on the street.

Ah, the middle one.

She seems to be the most inclined towards him. She has a few pictures that overlap with the ones in his room.

Or maybe these losers even have to sleep in the same room? In any case, she seems to be the down-to-earth one and... Oh, the latest photo shows her with him, arm in arm, cheek to cheek. He's grinning stupidly but she radiates a real joy, a real confidence that I can definitely feel. Her smile isn't as **** as in the previous photo and... There are more photos, all from the last few days. She seems to have changed, more relaxed, more independent and grounded. That's... surprising.

Not that Finn has siblings or that they get along so well. He's basically a nice guy, just poor and annoying. Maybe that's why he suits his sister.

What's surprising is that I can see what's happening in the pictures. With my family distant, my boyfriend at a real distance and my friends so far from what I see as a real bond between brother and sister, I'm amazed that I'm able to see... What he has... and...

To see what I'm missing.

'Why should you know?' His answer is actually quite normal, maybe even accommodating, considering the danger we've put him in. But I can't control myself. I'm always so angry. And now he hurts me deep inside withourt even knowing it.

'That's right. I'm important and you're unimportant. You and your lousy family. You and your fucking sisters. I'll never forgive you for what you did, but I don't need your confirmation to know that I'm more beautiful than you're willing to admit. Fucker!'

Send.

That will show him. This will be followed by either an angry comment or he breaks off contact altogether. Either way, I have won and shown this peasant that I am better than him, more beautiful. And besides...

But why do I feel so...

Lonely?

I shake my head. It doesn't matter anymore. Finn is a loser and is not able to help me with my problems, my cheating boyfriend, my neglecting parents and my... loneliness.

While I wait for the unavoidable answer, I once again realize the obvious: I am lonely. Alone in this million-dollar penthouse with a breathtaking view.

But what does Finn know about it? He has a sister who loves him, maybe even all three of them! He knows nothing about my struggle and he deserves what happens to him! He deserves it because he is... happy...

Bzzzt Bzzzt.

I almost ignore my phone, but the silly little games we play together keep me from realizing how empty my big apartment is.

'So that's what you're talking about? Not my family that you might destroy, but whether someone will confirm that you are beautiful?’

‘Fuck you, you loser!’

Why is he still talking to me? What else do I have to do to prove to me what an asshole he is?

‘Come on Lynn. So you think someone finds you beautiful? With those tiny little mosquito bite-sized breasts?’ The color drains from my face and I almost think that I might have deserved it, having ignored his concern for his sister. But I am glad about the anger that grips me, glad that it prevents me from thinking. I raise my finger to write the most brutal insult that I can think of with my angry mind… but he is faster.

‘As if you would find someone who would confirm how beautiful you are faster than me.’

On a deeper level, I understand what he is trying to do. But I don’t care and as I write my answer, a strange thought occurs to me.

Why do I enjoy writing with Finn Lynchwood?

Lynn Huoa +2 (PS -85)

Okay. How do I do this?

My heart is racing as I look around my empty apartment, almost panicking. Adrenaline is rushing through my veins as I realize that Finn did say his sister wasn't home at the moment. But I'm alone too, and the task of finding someone to tell me I'm beautiful makes me move faster than ever. Finn is low life, not as well connected as I am... But he has real ties, whereas I only have artificial ones. His middle sister, Rose, I think, and he seem to have grown closer recently, and I...

But we didn't say the compliment should come from heart!

"Yes! That's it!" I have to hurry. Finn may already have a head start, and I need that win. I need it!

And I'm willing to do anything for it.

Of course I have to show off my body to win, but I don't care. I even welcome it. Finn has to rely on his friendly nature to ask for something. I, on the other hand, know what I'm getting as soon as I will get out of the private elevator in the lobby and speak to Winston, the concierge of our building.

With flying fingers I pull a whorish pink tank top over my tiny... my perfect breasts and pull the fabric of my already tight jeans pants up a little. In my sneakers from volleyball and uncombed hair, I rush into the elevator and hammer wildly on the button that will take me to Winston and my victory. I forgot my cell phone on the couch, but I know in my heart when I've won, just like I know that Finn won't cheat, any more than I will.

As the elevator descends, I feel the cool air in the cabin on my bare skin and realize what I'm about to do. But I don't care. I have to win, even if I have to show Winston large parts of my exposed skin... As long as he says I look beautiful, I'll do it. As long as I beat Finn, I'll do it.

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Bing!

The gold-plated elevator doors open and reveal me to the large, marble hall where Winston does his work. Meanwhile, the sun has already set and the reflection of a scantily clad and provocatively grinning Lynn greets me from the other side of the hall. The other Lynn greets me in the glass front that offers a nice view of New York at night and tells me not to be ashamed, not to be afraid of what I'm doing.

Because that's not me. Just as little as Lynn in the reflection in the windows or Lynn in the reflection of the dark cell phone. The real Lynn, the Lynn who is afraid to be alone, afraid and angry at her parents and friends, the real Lynn who wants a real friend, she is hidden deep inside me and as I approach Winston, who is blinking at me in his smart grey uniform, I realise that the games with Finn have brought out the real Lynn in me.

The Lynn I played all the time, I knew up to now had no qualms about sending provocative photos to a boy she didn't know, showing him her body in the hope that he would get fired. This Lynn never wanted to send Finn to prison, but she didn't care what the consequences would be, as his sacrifice would help this Lynn to suppress the Lynn who is now standing in front of Winston half naked and completely inappropriately dressed.

This Lynn, the Lynn that I might really be, the Lynn that Finn brought out, the Lynn with the cheating boyfriend and the lonely life... This Lynn is just realising what she is doing and this Lynn is almost ashamed of it.

But this Lynn has to win too because... If she doesn't win then...

"Miss Huoa? What... eh... What can I do for you?"

If I lose, Finn might not play with me anymore and then...

Then I'll be all alone.

"Hello Winston," I greet the man who is fighting a colossal battle against himself not to stare at my bare skin, the top that's way too risky or the shorts that are way too short. My killer body and he should tell me how beautiful I look. "It's okay that you're looking," I mumble and realize how hard it is for me to let him look at me. But now I'm standing here and see how much I need someone to tell me that I'm beautiful. I need to win.

"Miss Huoa... Should I get you a coat?" He's really sweet and clearly overwhelmed by the situation.

"That's sweet Winston, but no," I shake my head. "I need something else from you." The man turns a little pale around the nose, surely imagining a scenario in his head he, and many other men, have dreamt about a lot... And then his eyes sink. I feel his eyes on my body but instead of hiding, I present my tiny perfect breasts to him, shake my hips slightly and cock my head. My nipples are stiff, probably only because of the cool air that comes through the entrance area whenever someone enters the building. That could happen at any moment and the vulnerability of the situation, Winston and I, could change at any time if a third person, a stranger enters the hall. Then everything would be different. I have to hurry.

I take a step towards Winston, whose eyes are almost popping out of his head while I fold my arms behind my trim back.

"Do you think I look pretty?"

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When the golden elevator doors close again, Winston's shocked expression is the last thing I see before my broadly grinning reflection appears in the golden surface.

I haven't felt this good in a long time.

I won.

Finn lost.

I know it, I feel it, I'm completely sure. And I know that he knows it too. I bounce excitedly up and down on my sneakers as I wait impatiently for the elevator to take me back to the empty penthouse, to my cell phone, and to Finn, who I can rub my victory in his face.

That means… maybe I won’t be so mean after all. Maybe I’ll be a good winner, just and fair. Because…

This is really fun…

Lynn Huoa. +4 (PS -81)

Unbelievable. I feel really alive. The adrenaline rushes through my veins and makes my skin tingle as I think about how I just showed myself half-naked in front of another man and… I can’t wait to write to Finn.

We have a connection.

Lynn Huoa +2 (PS -79)

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I almost rush into the penthouse, quickly lean over the arm of the sofa and grab my cell phone.

Finn wrote to me!

‘Okay. You won. Good game.'

"Yes! Yesyesyes!" Triumphantly I dance around on the expensive parquet floor and don't care how I look. I'm alone anyway, but now it's not so bad. Because Finn is on the other end of the phone and I don't think twice when I switch the phone to photo mode, position it, just like me and... At least I manage to wipe the grin off my face. He shouldn't think I'm making fun of him. Because when the timer ticks down and I pose for him, one thing becomes clear to me.

I want more of this.

Lynn Huoa. +6 (PS -73)

Click!

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'What do you think of this?' I ask him triumphantly. 'Who's the ugly one now?'

'Unfair,' he writes back, but sends a winking smiley. 'My sister won't be home for a few minutes.'

'It doesn't matter. I won. Time for my reward!'

'Okay,' he writes back. 'You deserve it.' Then the message comes. 'Lynn Huoa, I, Finn Lynchwood, think you look really beautiful. It was a mistake to tell you you were ugly. I apologize. You are a very beautiful... and sexy... young woman.'

"Yes! Fuck yes! Finally! Yes!" I run around the huge room and cheer loudly. It feels good to win. It feels good to win against Finn.

And it feels good to be noticed.

It feels good to be noticed by Finn.

While I celebrate my victory and realize that I haven't had this much fun while being all alone for a long time, I get another message.

'Another game?' Winking smiley.

'Haha,' I write and really have to grin. No sad reflection on the screen.

It's just me here and somehow I'm... happy.

'As if you could beat me. And besides, I already have everything from you.'

'Not quite.' I frown and wonder what he means by that. 'I didn't praise you for your little titties.'

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'Lynn?' I have no idea how long I've been ignoring him but this...

How did this happen? We were just playing a stupid game and now...

I can't say if I'm angry. I'm always so angry... but now... No. I'm not angry. I should be angry after everything that happened. Just like he should be. But instead, he gave me a nice evening.

I'm not lonely anymore.

And yes, he would have gotten something from me too if he had won. I'm not a bad loser. Not against Finn Lynchwood. But now he's asking me for something... No, he didn't ask me at all. He didn't ask if he could see my breasts.

I'm thinking about it myself.

"Well..." I mumble without realizing that he can't hear me. "I don't know..."

What's going on here, I ask again. This is Finn Lynchwood and... And I'm thinking...

'I really want to apologize for my nasty comments today.'

'Then do it,' I write without further ado, without thinking about what else happened today. If Finn wants to apologize... I need that.

'But I also need something from you, Lynn. Neither of us has any reason to trust each other, but let's put it this way. I want to show my goodwill, you don't seem to have a problem showing yourself to me and with a sign of trust from you, we can start building something that will do us both good.' But I just keep staring at the phone, my fingers about to turn it off and yet so far away from it. Because then I would see my reflection again, see the Lynn that I'm not really. Finn put the real Lynn in charge today and I don't want that to change. 'Come on sweety' he sends a cheeky text. 'We could have so much more fun in the future if you're a good girl for me.'

"Fuck it" I exclaim, throw the phone back on the sofa and march through the room. "Fuck it!"

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'Do you like that you wierdo?'

In the end, it's just frightening how willingly I comply with his demands. The blue fabric of the sexy lingerie gently clings to my warm skin. I feel good in it, it feels right. I actually wanted to show this outfit to my boyfriend but now...

'Are you going to keep playing your sick games with me?'

But it's no use. My little nipples are so stiff that I can only hope Finn doesn't see how excited I am to send him the intimate photo. I know he's already seen me in the volleyball photo. But this is something different.

This is personal.

This is something I want him to like.

I want him to think I'm beautiful.

I need the chats with him, the attention. My boyfriend is flirting with another girl in Monaco, my parents are somewhere in the city and are cheating on each other. And I...

I need the contact with him, I need the connection, the... games.

Lynn Huoa. +6 (PS -67)

When I play these stupid games with him, I no longer feel alone. I feel... seen. Not just in my underwear. He sees me as a person, I realize, and only then realize that we could have played a game for it. Too late.

And I don't care.

My phone vibrates again and I touch it gently and safely.

'You look really lovely Lynn. No exaggeration. Your body... Wow. The outfit is really great. Thank you for taking it for me. Thank you for trusting me.'

'You're welcome.' I smile like his sister does when she hugs him and the bright Lynn is alone. Not her reflections, not the anger inside her.

I am alone and it feels good.

Because Finn is with me.

Finn who is writing me another message and I'm looking forward to it.

'But I still don't see your titties.'

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Message from the author:

Wow, those are a lot of pictures. But somehow it fits. What really surprised me was Lynn's development. Damn, am I even making her likable? Relatable? It shouldn't be like that, but the cheese was strong in me. Maybe it's because I only wrote two chapters this week, but hey, for me it feelt great to give Lynn this personality.

And what do you think I'm planning to do with the apartment? It's slowly getting time for Finn to go on a journey to improve the lives of the people around him. Money, power and influence, these are all things that Gold Roger... Does that fit with One Piece? I saw it years ago. But yes, Finn will go on a journey in which not only girls play a role, but also his living conditions. Rania's thousand dollars were the beginning and Lynn is always alone in her apartment... And she likes to play for high stakes...

During my vacation in the USA (best time of my life in the worst time of my life) I was at Columbus Circle, at the intersection with Central Park and the Trump Hotel. There was a stand that sold Coke and there was a German woman who complained that the man only accepted credit cards. In Germany we still pay a lot with cash. I then walked past the woman, took two Cokes, opened one and drank it while the seller smiled at me while the woman argued. That was cool. Anyway. Of course the pictures are AI-generated but I think they capture the style and feeling that I want to convey. Neither the roof penthouse really exists and you can't see the Empire State Building from the window. But I definitely plan to have part of the future story take place here.

Now that Lynn's character has been fleshed out, I'm wondering how we should deal with her and the other girls. I'd love to hear your opinion in the comments or via private messages, and there will almost definitely be a poll on this at some point. The four girls were planned to be the bad guys who suffer for their crimes and put up a fight. Rania was the one most likely to experience a redemption arc, but now I think Lynn could develop into something like a servant girlfriend who keeps playing crazy sexy games with Finn. Candice could also be put in a position where she becomes a shy, submissive, pain addict (girl)friend. We'll have to see if Bella doesn't mind that, but if Finn really breaks the girls down, then Bella could become the head cow of the girlfriend pack or something. What do you think about that?

And I didn't think I would suddenly make a public humiliation arc out of it. The plan was actually to have Lynn masturbate with Finn in a competition, but that felt more exotic. Maybe we can give Lynn this kink and create a whole arc out of it? Pubic humiliation bets or something? We already have the perk for that, we just need to buy it I think.

Then there's only Rania left. Let's see how I deal with her. In any case, I can only say that it was a lot of fun writing for you again and this chapter is probably my favorite so far as the volleyball bitches are concerned.

And just when I was coming to terms with having more time to play games (Kingdome Come Deliverance 2 is coming out in a few days), I reached my goal for the next month. Two chapters a week for you. Thank you to the people who enjoy this story so much to give me real fucking money for it. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Next week will be a bit jam-packed with family and (shudders) social life. Wink. But I'll post a new goal on Ko-Fi after that and see how far I get this time. That will happen in two weeks. Anyway, thank you to the people who support me directly. You are fantastic. Thank you.

Take care and happy reading.