My Ovaries!

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As you watched him over the screen, grabbing a box, dumping it out and yelling "M-m-m-m-money shot!", you wondered if you sent him something, maybe he would open it on camera, wouldn't that be nice? You finished watching the video, thinking of ideas, you wanted to be original, you didn't want to be like all of the others. You wanted him to notice you.

You sat there for a while, but you could not think of anything really, all that you could think of were extremely mundane and aboriginal ideas. You were so frustrated with yourself, usually you could think of things to write, but just the thought of giving him, the most important thing in your life, a letter, even though it was so simple, you could not bring yourself to think of anything other than the fact that he might actually read what you had to say, and he might even make fun of you, on his YouTube channel. Those thoughts rang inside of your head for hours until you finally started to write "Dear Ian, I have been watching your channel for such a long time now, I have always been a huge fan of yours, you are an incomparable person and your content has always been great. I am like your biggest fan, and I would appreciate it greatly if you would message me.". You left your number on the bottom of the paper, along with a polaroid of you in your bra. The next morning you put it in the mailbox before school.

All day you were thinking about how stupid you have been for writing what you did, you knew it sounded really gay, but there was no way you were going to get the letter back. You felt a headache coming on, and of course, everyone was being extremely noisy and the words that you stupidly said were ringing in yours ears. You just wanted to go home.

The day passed really slowly and so did the other days, until one day you got a call. It was an unknown number, you figured it had to be Ian, you were ready to hang yourself in your own misery, debating whether you should answer it, not wanting to miss this chance, but still anxious as to what he was going to say to you.

"Hello?" you said softly into the phone.

A voice boomed over the other end saying whilst also laughing "The cunt answered," this obviously wasn't meant for you to hear it because you heard two other guys snicker a bit in the background, he returned to the phone "yes, hello is this (Y/N)? It's Ian, you know the guy you sent a letter to?"

You responded with "Yeah, that was me, why are you calling?" your voice trailed off as you said the last few words because of your sheer amazement.

"You gave me your number, on the letter, I thought it was really fucking cringe-worthy so I decided to give you a good ol' call," he paused for a moment and said "if it's alright with you.".

"That's more than alright, I just don't know what to say this is completely unexpected..." you were about ready to cry, it was just an immense feeling of both embarrassment and ecstasy.

"Well, we are shooting a new video tonight and I was wondering if you would like to partake in it?" his voice sounded so confident, he was so hot.

"Yes! Holy shit I would love to! When do you want to meet up and where?" You had a burst of excitement while saying this.

Immediately he said "Good, meet me at Starbucks in about 30 minutes, I'm bringing Max and George, so I hope you're good with them." Before he hung up he gave you the directions.

Rushing into your bedroom, you grabbed the cutest clothes you could find, put on makeup and ran out of the door, you jumped into your car and sped off towards the Starbucks Ian had told you to go to.

When you arrived, you were were waiting for no longer than five minutes, and he showed up. Ian was taller and more cute in person, he had George and Max in tow, shoving each other and laughing, Ian glanced across the room, trying to find you, only when you waved at him did he smile and walk towards you. You talked about the video, what it was about and what you would need to do. Nevertheless it led to both of you flirting with one another. He suggested that you come back to his place and that you could talk more there.

You ended up back at his house, it was amazing, of course Max and George came along as well, but you did not care, you were in the same house as your all time favorite YouTuber.

Ian suggested that you would take your shoes off and hang out for a while, he said that he would order some Chinese. As the hours passed, George and Max went home. It was just you and Ian.

While you were peering out of the window, Ian came behind you and grabbed your ass, he whispered in your ear "You couldn't even begin to imagine the things I would do if you would let me fuck you."

Turning around and biting your lip you said "Oh yeah? And what would you do?"

"Why don't I show you." he recoiled, obviously getting aroused. He started kissing you softly, guiding you up onto the wall.

He started to take off your shirt, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. He started to kiss your neck, slowly moving down your body, when he got to your stomach, he laid you onto the floor, you were basically begging him to go on. You were so caught up in the moment that you didn't realize him taking a knife out of his pocket. You were too busy focused on his eyes.

He moved down your body, going closer to your feet, when he reached them he drew back the knife and stabbed it through the sole of your foot. You winced in pain and tried to draw your foot back, he had a tight grip on your heel so you were unable to pull away. You started screaming as he dug the knife around in your foot, snapping your tendons, and peeling your skin out of the way. His finger made its way through your whole foot, he kept digging around in it until he could fit three fingers through it.

You passed out from the pain and when you woke up, you realized it was not a dream, your foot was throbbing in pain, and pus was leaking out of it. Ian was nowhere to be found, you tried to crawl to the door. Asyou were making your way, getting closer to freedom, you felt someone pull you from behind back into a long hallway, you started to sob and he just started laughing in a cynical fashion, in almost a passionate way he told you it would be over soon and that you shouldn't worry. He put you in a kennel, shoving you in and putting a pad lock on it.

As he walked out of the room, you gave up all hope on ever getting out. You knew it was useless, he was stronger than you and nobody but George and Max would know you were there. They wouldn't think to look for you, they would assume you just went home, something you so desperately wanted.

Every day Ian would come in and talk to you, he would feed you and just give you company. He said he was sorry for what he did but he couldn't control himself. You did not really believe him because he would look at what he did to you and smile. That angered you deeply but you couldn't do anything to stop him from saying or doing what he wanted. He would not let you take showers, and your foot just kept getting worse every day.

One day he came in, he gave you a glass of water that tasted funny, the next thing you remember was waking up in a hospital bed, being barraged with question after question. You tried to answer the questions as truthfully as possible, but the only thing you could remember was sending a letter to someone. But who did you really send the letter to?