Nope.

Again you say, “No.” Then cross your arms.

She is clearly at a loss, “Okay, this isn’t going like the voice said.” She sets the gun on the end of your bed. Looking up she asks, “So what do I do now? Can I just leave?”

“Who are you talking to?”

She looks at you. “You clicked the link, right? Same as me.” When you don’t immediately respond she continues. “Look I don’t know how this works. I clicked a link promising a life changing encounter. I was a total piece of shit then, a real fat looser, hell, I was still a virgin. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, I open it, and there was the chick I was watching on the computer, an actual demoness. We fucked for hours and she grew a cock, I liked it, eventually we settled on this look for my perfect self. I got a new life, a great job, everything. Then a year later I get a call telling me it was my turn to pay it forward. I was sent all this in a package and given your address. I was even instructed to come in and **** you at gun point, but when you didn’t put on the cuffs, I was like, what if this is the wrong house, what if I’m the bad guy here.” She is basically panting. A tear rolls down her cheek.

You can’t fight the urge to comfort her. You give her a pat on the shoulder.

“Look I clicked the link, yes, but I don’t want to be ****, I don’t hate myself, I’m happy just the way I am. I think this must be a mistake.” You say, but in your gut you can’t help but think…