>>33925940A few things: stop asking me for asl when you write. I am well over 18, and I am only interested in doing the stories.
Here is one where the anon messaged the details and then never responded once I started the story:
Chapter 1: The Video
The first one came on a Tuesday.
Dust hung thick in the garage, sunlight cutting through it like a butcher’s blade. I was under the hood of an old Dodge, elbows deep in grease, when my phone buzzed. No name. Just a number I didn’t recognize.
I wiped my hands on my jeans and thumbed the screen. One new message.
No words. Just a video file. .mp4.
I should’ve deleted it. Should’ve let it rot in the silence it came from.
But I tapped play.
The clip was short — thirty seconds, maybe. Poor quality, like it was recorded on an old security cam. Dark room. Concrete floor. Fluorescent lighting overhead flickering like a dying pulse. And in the center — Jess.
Her.
My Jess.
Hair pulled into that tight ponytail she always wore for work, pale blue scrubs wrinkled at the knees. She was kneeling. Hands behind her back. Blindfolded. Breathing deep. No fear in her face. Just… stillness. Like a deer that had stopped running.
Then her lips moved. I couldn’t hear it at first. Had to crank the volume.
She whispered: “I’m ready.”
End of video.
My breath caught behind my teeth like it didn’t want to leave.
I watched it again. Then again. Looking for clues. Context. Anything. But it was her. No doubt. That quiet composure. That gentle shiver in her shoulders she gets when she’s nervous — or turned on.
I locked the garage, went inside, sat on the couch like the wind had knocked me flat.
Jess came home two hours later. Still wearing her scrubs. Smiling. Kissing my cheek, asking if I wanted Thai or pizza.
And I? I said nothing.
I didn’t know what to say.
I loved her. Still do.
But something had cracked.
Stopped here because I hit the 20k chars limit from 4chan. It takes a long time to write them, don't expect an instant story.
