The Dangers of the Internet

Kylie was having a lazy day at home, with no idea about the documentary yet, as Holly was forbidden from talking about it unless Brendan was with her and pretty much telling her what to say. She had decided to check in on her Instagram account.

"Damn, my followers suck" the budding influencer complained to herself.

Kylie's Insta was hugely popular, enough that she could often get free stuff through it. That was the main reason she kept it going. And, of course, she loved the attention. But she was never very happy with the quality of the accounts that engaged with hers the most. The guys were never hot enough to date, the girls never cool or fashionable enough that she would ever want to hang with them in real life.

That said, she still liked to go through all the comments she received and often sent short but friendly replies to look gracious and keep people's interest. Her male followers telling her over and over again how beautiful she was, interspersed with women basically expressing how much they wished they could look like or even be Kylie, was very nice for her ego. She started reading everything that had been posted in reaction to a photo she had uploaded a few hours earlier.

It couldn't have been any easier for her. The photo had taken her two minutes to set up and only a handful of takes for her to be happy with. The dress was gifted to her. But despite the lack of effort made with her content, people were still losing their shit over it. She was basking in all the compliments until she scrolled down to a comment that read very differently to the others.

Kylie Janus, I know about your curse and I am officially claiming you via this message. Kylie, check your DMs now for further instructions from me.

"What the fuck?!" Kylie yelled at her screen "Does that even count? I don't even know who this cunt is!"

The account was practically anonymous. Kylie had no way of telling who owned it, or what they looked like. It seemed to have been set up within the past few hours and they had called themselves @KyliesMaster and had a cartoon of a creepy looking hypnotist dangling a pocket watch as an avatar. Kylie was quickly going into panic mode. But that didn't stop her from doing exactly what she had been told. She read the private message that had been sent to her anxiously.

Kylie, you will go to your room now and set up your webcam so your full body is on screen.You will then set up a live streaming session which will be private and to which only my account will be invited. You will make sure you are in a position where you are able to read and respond to everything I will be typing. You will do everything you can to ensure you go live within five minutes of receipt of this message. If you keep me waiting, you will be punished.

Kylie rushed to do as she was told and was ready and live streaming with seconds to spare.

There was something particularly disconcerting about an anonymous master. Kylie worried that could embolden them to do things they might not dare face to face, as was often the case when people were able to hide behind a screen. But there wasn't much she could do about that now as @KyliesMaster joined her stream.