A Taste of Danger

The Chat Room

Rose

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted a family, and that dream might soon come true.

Steven, my boyfriend, has been sneaking around lately, and I think it’s because he is about to propose! He has made strange phone calls, and when I grabbed his phone yesterday, he quickly snatched it back, probably because he is making wedding plans on it!

I wake up with a smile, feeling all excited when Steven’s alarm goes off at six o’clock in the morning on a normal Saturday. It’s singing the tune of Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance, and even though I’m thrilled to start our weekend together, the song is beginning to give me a headache.

“Babe…” I whine in a tired voice as I desperately try to reach for the phone to turn off the terrorizing alarm. “It’s time to get up.”

Steven groans and flips around, hiding his face in the pillows. “Five more minutes…”

I snort and am about to put down his phone, but something compels me to press on the messenger bubble. It leads to a group conversation called, “My slut of a wife—VIP subscribers chat,” and I can feel the oxygen leaving my lungs.

What the f**k is this?

As my eyes scan the contents of the chat, I finally realize what I am looking at.

You’ve got to be shitting me!

It’s a private group for fans of “my slut of a wife,” which is a role I am starring in without knowing. Every single GIF in the chat is of me naked, and there are even some videos of Steven spanking me in our bed—I had no idea he filmed us having s*x! So this is what he has been hiding from me and why he never lets me look at his phone even to check the time!

My cheeks grow hot as I continue reading, my blood boiling.

Fred the wanker: I’m sure you’ve heard the news, but I will say it again: The man who is starring with Rose is actually her boyfriend. It’s so juicy!”

My heart flatlines as I read the other comments.

Bob: You think this hoe has s*x with other people? I would love to tap that ass.

Jimmy: You could ask the husband. I can tell the wife is a slut just by looking at her having s*x. Those moans? f**k me, she is more vocal than the prostitutes working downtown. I bet she would be down to f**k someone else.

Freddy: Does she know that her husband is sharing these videos lol?

Jimmy: Does it look like he cares?

Freddy: No, LOL! And besides, I need Slut wife in my life. I came so hard jerking off to her jiggle t**s yesterday. Best video ever. You should f**k her more often without a bra.

I can’t breathe. I feel dizzy, and my heart is beating so fast that I think I am going to have a heart attack. I stumble out of bed and into the hallway.

No, no, no, this can’t be happening to me. How could Steven do this to me? I trusted him!

I stumble into the kitchen, tears streaming down my face like molten lava—hot trails of pain that scorches my cheeks. My throat is thick with emotion and I can’t draw a single breath.

With trembling hands, I grab a glass of water and chug it down while standing over the sink, trying to calm myself down. But the images and words from the chat replay in my mind over and over again, like a never-ending nightmare.

I feel violated, betrayed, and humiliated.

How could Steven film me without my consent? How could he share these intimate moments with strangers? And worst of all, how could he label me as his slut?

I’ve been his girlfriend for over four years now, and he treats me like trash.

This is…so…horrible…

I’m not even sure if there are words to describe how I feel. I can’t stand how violated I am, and I wish I could just crawl into a hole and disappear.

“Rose?” I hear Steven call from our room, and I use whatever energy I have left to just walk into the hallway and get the hell out of the apartment.

Sadly, I never make it very far.

A hand grabs mine and pulls me back inside the hallway. I crash into Steven’s chest, and he growls. “What the f**k, Rose? Why did you ignore me when I called your name? And where are you going?!”

Tears prickle behind my eyelids, and I mumble. “Y-you’re hurting me.”

Steven still doesn’t let go of my arms. “Answer. The. f*****g. Question.”

I lift my face to his. “I was going out.”

“Why?”

My lips tremble. “B-because it’s nice weather outside?”

“Liar, you saw the phone, didn’t you?” There is a wicked gleam in his eye right now, and a malicious smile spreads over his lips. “The slut chat was open, and I believe you’re the one who looked at it.”

Before I can answer, he closes the door and pushes me into the wall, pinning me there with his lower body. There is a fat bulge in his pants, and he laughs above me.

“So, did it turn you on to see all those men lusting over you, Rose? I bet it did. You’ve always sought attention—you’re even doing it now by wearing that v-shirt.”

My eyes water. “No, it did not turn me on!”

“I don’t believe you,” Steven laughs and presses me harder against the wall and cups my chin with one hand to then angle it to force me to look at him.

“I think you were wet and horny when you saw that chat of men, which is okay, Rose. You don’t have to hide how you feel because if you are in on this, it will make my life so much easier. We can start planning live shows for you and drag in so much money,” he says, grinning menacingly.