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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗥

I've been watching her for a few months. Well, for 5 months, 15 hours and 10 seconds. But, who's really keeping count anyway? She was gorgeous, so goddamn gorgeous. Her eyes, her lips, her voice, they all made me feel things I've yet to feel with anyone else.

And I was addicted to that feeling. To her. My favorite - and only - cam-girl. She didn't know it yet, but she was mine. I was there for every live, sending donations and begging her for a certain type of show. And she always did was I wanted, what I asked for.

And I became obsessed. Obsessed with her streams. With her voice. Her body. Fuck, I was obsessed with everything about her.

But watching her through my laptop screen wasn't enough for me anymore.

I needed more.

I needed her.

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗠-𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟

I've been in a serious - very fucking serious - amount of debt thanks to my father, who offed himself 5 months ago and left said debt to me. For me to fucking pay off with my shitty café job. But that job wasn't doing it anymore. I needed another job, a job that actually paid more than $5 an hour.

So I became a cam-girl. Okay, sure, streaming adult entertainment wasn't exactly the most smartest option. But it paid very fucking well. And I had a body, why not show it off? And boy, was becoming a cam-girl the best decision I've ever made.

I was the center of attention, and I loved it so much. I loved having people watch me. Having them tell me what I wanted. Especially one person in particular.

He paid a lot. And he was always watching me. Always. Fucking. Watching.

And I loved it.

Maybe a little too much.

𝗕𝗘𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝗕𝗘 𝗨𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦!