Cloud003: But I already know who you are, my slut. Are you my slut, Reina?
Reina-Ellis: I am.
Cloud003: Only my slut?
Reina-Ellis: Only yours.
I gawk at the messages. That can’t be possible. I would never call myself a slut.
Besides, who the hell is this guy?
I click on his profile. It’s set on private and there’s no profile picture. He has zero followers and follows two accounts, but I can’t see what they are.
Dammit.
I go back to the exchange between us.
After that exchange, there was a message from me.
Reina-Ellis: Can we meet?
Cloud003: That’s not how it works, Reina. Repeat it and say it right this time.
Reina-Ellis: Can we meet, please?
Cloud003: I love it when you beg, but no, I’m not interested in you outside the unknown.
Reina-Ellis: But you already know who I am.
Cloud003: Exactly.
Reina-Ellis: You’re a jerk.
Cloud003: One whose cock you rode all night.
Reina-Ellis: Screw you. I’m not talking to you anymore.
No more messages came from him until a year later, last fall, in October.
Cloud003: I knew you would change your mind, my slut.
Reina-Ellis: I didn’t.
Cloud003: Then why did you come to the same Halloween party dressed in the same kitten mask?
Reina-Ellis: I didn’t come to this party because of you.
Cloud003: Is that why you keep watching me from across the room when you think I’m not looking?
Reina-Ellis: Fuck you.
Cloud003: I would rather fuck you.
Cloud003: Get your ass to the same room in five minutes. When I walk in there, I want you fully naked on your back, your legs spread wide apart. Don’t turn on any lights or I’ll go.
Cloud003: Leave the mask and the heels on.
Reina-Ellis: What makes you think I want to fuck you?