She 'Investigates'

Olivia tried her hardest not to obsess over the video, over the taunting messages from the stranger and the endless questions that flooded her mind. What had happened to her? Who had done this to her? What did they want?

Alas, her mind would not slow down and eventually, inevitably she turned back to the video, another bottle of wine soon half empty as she watched the clip again and again. She started out by telling herself she was only looking for clues, looking for some kind of hint as to who was behind this, but by the tenth, then twentieth replay her self-deception melted away. Drunkenly accepting the fact that whatever this was was turning her on, Olivia set the player to loop, touching herself as she watched it repeatedly, hearing herself moan and receive praise in a perpetual cycle that went on and on until she exploded in a shameful climax of confused ecstacy.

Olivia woke on the couch the next morning to the familiar sound of the video, the clip having repeated throughout the night as she slept, corrupting her troubled dreams. She jabbed a shaky finger at the screen, shutting it off, noticing the view count update to something well over 1k views before she closed the window entirely and tossed the device aside.

Olivia's mind was a mess, her throbbing headache not helping matters and she did her best to calm down, fixing herself a light breakfast as she gulped down glasses of water in an effort to clear her head. Just as she sat down to eat, her phone chimed and a chill shivered up her spine. She knew that the message could have been from anyone, and yet she couldn't look - not straight away. Dread bubbled in her gut as she stared at her phone, finally snapping and snatching it up to read the message.

Of course, Olivia's instincts had been correct... the message was from the unknown number, the realisation sending the churning in her stomach lower, making her feel queasy and anxious and something else. Something she didn't want to acknowledge. Her hands trembling, she opened the message, her lips moving as she mouthed the words as she read.

"You liked that didn't you?"

The message started, those few words managing to convey so much mockery to Olivia as the image of the video view count flashed through her mind. The memory of her shameful climax - surely he didn't know about that, did he? The message continued.

"There's more. Much more..."

Olivia choked back a sob. She knew there must have been more video of the incident, she could tell that what she had seen was only the beginning. That somewhere the answers to the endless questions racing through her mind were waiting. She read on, the final words rocking her to her core.

"Wanna see?"

Olivia reeled as she reread the message several times over. The sheer audacity of her ****, or rapists to mock her so. To taunt her with the very truth of what happened to her. Her truth. She hated him, hated them for it. But as she stared at that tantalising question she started to hate herself even more. Hated herself for the truth of it - she did want to see. She wanted nothing more... But admitting that to herself was hard enough. She couldn't admit it to him, could she? Would she?