Sick tomorrow

Sry for the silence the last few days I had family problems between Christmas and almost now but I feel better and I hope you had a great Christmas and New Year

When Alex closed the game, he felt drained. The constant pressure not to let on had completely exhausted him. Tessa had said goodbye a few minutes ago, cheerful and clueless, and Alex had only replied with a weak “See you later”. Now he sat alone in his dark room, the screen flickering dimly in front of him.

He leaned back, took a deep breath and noticed that his body had actually relaxed a little. For a moment, he had almost forgotten what he was wearing. But the feeling of the soft, tight-fitting fabric returned abruptly when his cell phone vibrated again. His stomach tightened and a shiver ran down his spine.

With a deep breath, Alex reached for the cell phone and unlocked it. As expected, the message was from the blackmailer:

“Well, Alex? Did you have fun playing? You look fantastic in your new outfit - so natural and cute. I hope your little girlfriend didn't notice. :)”

Alex's hands were shaking as he read the message. “Of course he sees everything,” he thought bitterly. He felt like a puppet again, hanging on the blackmailer's strings. Every movement, every breath, even what he had done during the game - everything was under observation.

Another message appeared before Alex could even respond to the first:

“You did well, but we're not done yet. Get ready, Alex. I still have lots of plans for you. :)”

Alex stared at the words and felt the panic rising in him again. “What now?” he asked himself desperately. His breathing quickened and he felt the sweet smell of the lotions almost overwhelm him. He put the cell phone aside, unable to respond to the message, and lowered his head into his hands.

For a moment, he just sat there, unable to move or even think clearly. But the blackmailer's words kept echoing in his head. “I still have a lot of plans for you...”

Alex sat quietly in his room for a while, but the gnawing feeling of hunger finally made itself known. His stomach growled loudly and he felt that he had to eat something to avoid losing control completely.

With a soft sigh, he got up and walked carefully to the door. The thought of still wearing the lingerie set made his cheeks glow with shame. But the idea of going longer without food was also unbearable. “I just need to get to the kitchen and back quickly,” he told himself quietly. “No one will see me.”

He slowly opened the door, peeked out carefully and listened. The house was silent. Miriam and his father were gone, and the absence of sound confirmed that he really was alone. Nevertheless, he felt anything but safe.

With careful, quiet steps, Alex crept down the hallway to the kitchen. The house was modern, with large windows that took up almost the entire outer wall of the kitchen and living room. During the day they offered a breathtaking view of the garden, but at night they were nothing but dark mirrors revealing the inside of the house.

Alex hesitated before entering the kitchen. The thought that a neighbor or a random passer-by might see him made him freeze. He took a quick look at the windows and tried to calm himself down. “It's dark outside,” he thought. “No one will see me.”

But the idea that anyone could see inside this grotesque outfit made his heartbeat quicken. The pink details of the lingerie looked even more striking in the dim light of the kitchen, and the fabric suddenly felt uncomfortably present, as if it was about to give him away.

He scurried to the fridge, opened it quietly and grabbed the first thing he could find - a few slices of bread and a piece of cheese. His hands trembled slightly as he placed the ingredients on the worktop. The kitchen was eerily quiet, and every little sound - the soft clatter of a knife, the crackle of packaging - made him flinch.

As he hastily put together a sandwich, he kept glancing at the windows. “Everything's fine,” he told himself. “No one's looking in. It's late.”

But the thought that he was standing in this outfit in a room that looked like a stage wouldn't let him go. When he finally picked up the finished sandwich, he scurried back to his room as quickly as possible. It was only when he closed the door behind him and pushed the latch forward that he breathed a sigh of relief.

He dropped into his chair, sandwich in hand, and tried to relax. But the paranoia remained. The thought that the blackmailer would send him a new task didn't let him rest for a moment.

Alex entered his room and closed the door behind him, the sandwich still half in his hand. He had hoped that he would find at least a moment's peace, but as soon as he sat down in his chair, his cell phone vibrated again. His heart skipped a beat and he knew immediately that it was a new message from the blackmailer.

With trembling fingers, he unlocked the cell phone and read the message:

“Well done, Sissy. You've put up a good fight so far. But tomorrow will be an even more exciting day. Call in sick to school - I have something very special planned for you. :)”

Alex stared at the screen, his mind racing. “Call in sick? What does he want from me this time?” he asked himself as an unpleasant heat crept up the back of his neck. The blackmailer left him ****, he knew that. If he didn't play along, he would have to suffer the consequences - and the idea that more embarrassing pictures or videos could be published made him barely breathe.

He put the cell phone aside, took a bite of his sandwich and tried to clear his head. But his stomach felt tight and the bread felt like a dry mass in his mouth. He had to think about how he was going to explain about school. Simply calling in sick was risky - what if someone suspected him or Tessa asked why he was suddenly absent?

“Maybe I can say that I wasn't feeling well tonight,” he thought. “That might work.”

But even that lie felt stifling. He gritted his teeth, stared at the glowing screen of his cell phone and felt the blackmailer driving him further and further into a corner, bit by bit. “Whatever he's got planned... it's not going to be good.”

Alex put the sandwich down on the desk, completely oblivious, and slumped back in his chair. His head was pounding, and the walls of his room seemed to be closing in. Tomorrow would be the start of another nightmare, and he didn't know how much longer he could take it.

Alex was standing in front of his bed, his fingers already on the straps of the lingerie set, when his cell phone vibrated again. The sound made him freeze. “No... not again,” he thought desperately, his heart racing. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and unlocked it to read the message. His face went pale as he scanned the text:

“Not so fast, sissy. You're leaving the set on. It looks perfect on you and it would be a shame to take it off now. Besides, you'll be sleeping in your mommy's bed tonight. But before that: visit this link and do what you're supposed to do. And don't forget to smile while you do it. :)”

Alex felt the heat shoot through his face and at the same time a cold shiver ran through him. The blackmailer hadn't hesitated for a moment to extend his control further. “This can't be true,” Alex thought in a panic as he reread the message, hoping that he had somehow made a mistake. But the text remained unchanged, and the demands were clear.

He wanted to throw the phone away, break off contact, ignore everything - but he knew he couldn't. The blackmailer had too much power over him. “I have ****,” he told himself again and again, like a mantra to calm himself down.

Alex felt his stomach tighten as he opened the link the blackmailer had sent. The video that loaded was the same as before - a woman with censored breasts and an invisible abdomen, while the man was shown disproportionately large. But this time something was different. There were short, flashy fade-ins between scenes that Alex couldn't place. Images that came too quickly for him to recognize them accurately, but lingered long enough to trigger a feeling of unease in him.

One of the flickering images showed a dark pink silhouette, another a room that looked familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why. “What is that?” he asked himself nervously, but he knew he couldn't stop. The blackmailer would expect him to obey.

Alex tried not to focus on it and instead pulled the lingerie's panties up slightly. It felt even tighter than he had already felt.

With a **** smile - which the blackmailer obviously expected from him - he began to do exactly what was demanded with trembling movements, the panties rubbing uncomfortably against his skin. Every second felt like an eternity and the shame threatened to overwhelm him.

When he was finally finished, he sank onto the bed, exhausted and humiliated. But the thought of now having to sleep in his stepmother's bed did not allow him to rest. He knew that the blackmailer was probably already watching, waiting for Alex to obey.

As he reluctantly lay down in his parents' bed, he immediately noticed the luxurious bed linen. The silky, shimmering fabric was embroidered with intricate golden patterns, and the material felt cool and smooth against his skin. It matched Miriam's tasteless style, always a little too much of everything. Alex could smell the familiar, overpowering scent of her perfume hanging in the sheets, almost suffocating him.

He pulled the covers over him, but the sweet smell he himself gave off through the lotions and lingerie mingled with the perfume and became even more intense. Alex grimaced. “I smell like her,” he thought in disgust. The scent was everywhere: on his skin, in his nose, even in his head. It was a constant, relentless reminder of everything that had happened today.

The silky patterns acted like a net that held him captive. The images from the video, the brief flashes, flickered in his mind. “What the hell was that?” he thought, but the tiredness and overwhelm of the day prevented him from thinking clearly.

He turned to his side, pulled the covers tighter around him and tried to ignore the sweet smell and the flickering images. But the combination of the bedding, the smell and the events of the day kept him awake for a long time. “I'll never get out of here,” he thought, before finally falling into a fitful sleep.

Alex shakily reached for his cell phone to set the alarm for the next morning. It was a simple, mundane action, but in his state, it felt like he was passing another judgment on himself. He set the alarm for a time that would just about allow him to begin the new task of blackmailer - but without being late in case the situation somehow changed.

He placed the cell phone next to him on the shiny, silky pillow that almost mocked him. The thought of how his father would react if he found out Alex had called in sick within the first week nagged at him. His father was not the type to tolerate weakness or indecision. “He'd look at me like I was a complete failure,” Alex thought bitterly. “And Miriam? She'd tear me to pieces with her cold smile.”

Alex tossed and turned under the covers, but the silky sheets felt strange and wrong. They literally stuck to his skin and kept reminding him that he didn't belong here - not in this bed, not in this situation, not in this absurd, humiliating reality. The sweet scent of Miriam continued to mingle with that of his own skin, and the more he tried to ignore it, the more present it seemed to become.

The lingerie set was also an unrelenting reminder. The tight fabric rubbed against his skin with every movement, while the lacy edges were a constant reminder of how far he had been dragged into this nightmare. “I can't do this anymore,” Alex thought, but the fear of the consequences kept him from even thinking about breaking the blackmailer's rules.

His thoughts whirled incessantly. The events of the day - the video, the pop-ups, the salon, Jessica and her innuendos, the **** sleeping place in his parents' bed - everything was like a dark movie that played in an endless loop in front of his inner eye. There was no way out, no respite, no place where he felt safe. Even in the darkness of his room, he felt like he was being watched, as if the blackmailer was controlling his every breath.

The clock ticked incessantly, and the minutes dragged on like hours. Alex stared at the ceiling, his gaze wandering to the golden patterns shimmering in the faint light. The sweet scent and the scratchy feel of the lace almost drove him mad, but he didn't dare change anything.

“What will happen tomorrow?” he asked himself as his heart beat faster. “How much further will he go?”

He closed his eyes and tried desperately to sleep, but every time he was about to slip into the darkness, a thought, a sound or the feel of the fabric against his skin pulled him back again. The events of the day had burned themselves into his mind, and the prospect of what might come kept him from resting.

As the hours passed, Alex felt more and more exhausted, but sleep just wouldn't come. “I have to get through this somehow,” he finally thought, his eyes fixed on the digital clock next to the bed. “Somehow...”