I Got Doxxed by "6"

Chapter Three: Wait... There Was Definitely Three? Simon Did Say There Was

"Simon says," he began, his words sending a shiver down your spine, "stay very, very still."

Your instincts kicked in, and you tried to defuse the situation with a touch of dark humor, your voice quivering with nervousness. "Well, Simon sounds like a real party pooper," you quipped, your lips curling into a forced grin. "What's the game plan here, huh? You gonna sell me insurance or something?" You attempted to make light of the terrifying situation, but your eyes never left the red dot.

Simon didn't respond to your attempt at humor. Instead, he continued to stare at you with an unsettling intensity. Your heart raced, and your mind raced even faster, desperately searching for an escape route or a way to outwit this ominous figure who seemed to have you at his mercy.

As you stood there, your mind racing, you couldn't help but feel exposed, not only by the laser pointer dot but also by your own outfit choices. The bra you had hastily thrown on earlier didn't quite fit the rest of your attire, and it was painfully evident. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Simon's keen eyes didn't miss this detail. He glanced down at your chest, and then, with a subtle and unnerving motion of his hand, he gestured for you to come closer. The red dot followed your every move, urging you to obey.

Your heart pounded even harder, and you took a hesitant step forward, trying to gauge your options.

As you took that hesitant step closer to Simon, your heart pounding in your chest, a flicker of hope began to rise within you. Perhaps there was a way out of this nightmarish situation. But just as you moved, you heard a familiar voice behind Simon, a voice that made you stop right in your tracks.

It was Jack and Lance, your coworkers from the coffee shop. Their appearance was startlingly different from when you last saw them during the day. At night, they seemed more mature, more imposing, and there was an unsettling air of guilt about them. Their expressions were a stark contrast to their usual carefree demeanor.

You could hardly believe your eyes. Jack and Lance, the friends who had always been by your side, now stood behind Simon, seemingly aligned with him. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut. They had betrayed you, or worse, they had been a part of this sinister plan all along.

As the shock of the situation began to give way to confusion and disbelief, you couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh. The absurdity of it all had reached a point where it felt like a twisted prank, an elaborate joke that had been taken too far.

You turned your attention to Jack and Lance, who stood behind "Simon", looking more mature and serious than ever. A defiant smirk crossed your lips as you retorted,

"Okay, guys, you got me! This has got to be the craziest prank yet.

"Simon", you really went all out with the red dot thing, didn't you?"

You couldn't hold back a chuckle, convinced that at any moment, they would break into laughter, revealing the prank for what it was.

"I mean, seriously, Jack and Lance, you two are really dedicated to the act!" you exclaimed, shaking your head in amusement.

But as the silence stretched on, and the stern expressions on their faces remained unchanged, doubt began to creep in. Could this actually be real? You had known Jack and Lance for years, and their loyalty had never wavered.

But now, facing this bizarre and unsettling situation, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong.

In a fit of frustration and disbelief, you turned to them and let loose a string of colorful expletives, demanding answers and berating them for taking the joke too far.

"You two idiots," you spat, "if this is some messed-up prank, it's not funny anymore! Cut it out and tell me what's really going on!"

Your heart still raced, but now it was fueled by anger and confusion. You were determined to get to the bottom of this, one way or another.

As your frustration and confusion reached a boiling point, a sudden and deafening gunshot rang out, shattering the eerie silence of the night. The explosion of sound felt like a physical blow, and your ears rang painfully as your world turned blurry and disorienting.

You fell to your knees on the cold pavement, clutching your ears in agony as your surroundings spun out of control. The gunshot had left you temporarily deaf, and you struggled to make sense of the chaos unfolding before you.

Through the haze of confusion, you saw Jack and Lance shouting, their voices distorted and distant in your impaired hearing. Panic and dread gripped you as you watched their frantic gestures and expressions of shock. They were shouting something about Simon, their faces twisted with a mix of fear and regret.

Jack's voice, now muffled and garbled, cut through the chaos as he yelled, "Simon, you went too far!" The gravity of the situation began to dawn on you, even as your senses struggled to fully grasp the reality of the moment.

The sight of Jack and Lance's faces contorted with fear and regret, and the seriousness of the situation finally hit you like a ton of bricks.

With a shaky voice and a dazed expression, you managed to mutter,

"Oh, you guys are serious... serious."

As your consciousness waned, your thoughts flitted to the other plans and aspirations you had nurtured with excitement. Today was more than just payday; it was the day you had hoped to start something new and exciting.

You had been eager to create TikTok videos for fun and then, there was that daring idea you had toyed with - starting a catfish-only fans account. T

The thought of embracing a hidden identity and the allure of anonymity had intrigued you, promising a thrilling and potentially lucrative venture. It was a secret project you had been brainstorming and researching, unsure if you would actually go through with it, but it had added an element of excitement to your life. You woudn't acutally post youself nude but it was more like what Bella would do. (A/N: Google is your best friend)

However, in the midst of your thoughts, as darkness crept in, you felt a warm touch on your face. Startled, you opened your eyes just for a moment, and you saw Jack, your friend and coworker, cupping your face. His eyes were filled with regret, and he whispered,

"It wasn't supposed to go down this way."

Confusion and fear gripped you as your consciousness slipped away, leaving you with the haunting image of Jack's remorseful gaze, and a nagging question of what had led them all into this nightmarish situation.