Not Over My Dead Body

The next morning, Rhea was as dead as a zombie. A zombie that should have just withered away to dust. But no goddammit, she wasn't dust! Rhea was still a living creature. She looked at the mirror. Her eyes were blood shot red because she didn't have a wink of sleep at all. Ugh. She kept feeling dirty for seeing what she saw. For seeing their PRIVATE PARTS and having it burned to her memory like hot dogs wagging strangely inside her mind to insanity.

Inside her head, Aziel and Zeven were nakedly wagging their hot dogs with both hands relaxed over their heads asking, "Will you be our sex slave now? We know you want to~"

She held her head.

"Arrrrrrg!" Rhea screeched like a madwoman driven to insanity.

The lord would forgive her, right? It's not like she meant to. BDSM Junkies took it upon themselves to curse her soul. And her hands were mostly at fault for not shutting the laptop off sooner. Rhea glared at her hands and silently scolded it.

LISTEN TO YOUR INNER TURMOIL, HANDS! Did she need to chop them off...? That was extreme but she had to do something about this curious nature of hers that just kept landing her into more kinky trouble!

At twenty nine years of age, Rhea Everson wasn't completely in the closet. She's seen movies about sex and did her own curious research on porn but it was different when the people behind the screen were your own freaking neighbors! Oh the horrors...The HOTDOGS wagging inside her poor brain!

A scary ringtone frightened her, almost making her roll off the bed. Rhea looked around like a spy ready to engage in combat.

♪Baby shark doo doo doo doo...Baby shark doo doo doo doo...♪

Her shoulders slumped. It was actually one of Damien's favorite songs which he took it upon himself to set for Rhea. She just never bothered changing it. God...Rhea was so on edge that it seriously took her a few moments to realize baby shark was her own ringtone.

She looked at the caller ID and froze. Rhea wished a lot of things. Another thing she wished right now was to be a speck of dust floating among space.

The caller was none other than Sasha. Rhea shivered. Her SEEMINGLY NICE editor, from some time ago that opened the door so that the twins could see her naked creature form.

CRAP.

CRAP.

AND CRAP.

Rhea hadn't gotten any work done. She looked at the phone like it was a call from the depths of hell.

She let the phone go off for a while but by the fifth ring, she knew she had to pick up or else Sasha would drag her to greet the sunlight. Sasha seemed nice on the outside. But on the inside she was one hell of a Medusa editor. A snake with hair like hands itching to grab finished manuscripts from her soul! The last time Rhea didn't finish her work on time, Sasha had barged in and tied Rhea to a tree for an hour whilst having a doctor beside her to treat the panic attacks.

Frightful woman!

"...Hello?"

"Rhea," Sasha's tone was frightfully rigid.

"E-Eek!" Rhea was already bowing for forgiveness. "I-I swear, don't tie me to a tree again! I'll do anything! I'll finish it now! Forgive this bad author!"

"Pfft...What are you talking about, silly?"

"You're not calling me about the deadline?"

"Even better. You're off the hook today."

Rhea sunk back but then sat upright in bed again. "WAIT WHAT?! But why..."

"Ehhhhh~ Do you actually want me to come and tie you to a tree? I can but wouldn't you just have a flurry of panic attacks...Okay, we'd have to call your doctor again then."

SEE?! The inner medusa was coming out.

"NO NO NO, I'm perfectly fine with you not tying me to a tree again!"

"But calm down heh~ I have good news. Congratulations Rhea~ All of your books has amassed a gain in sales just in one night!"

No way...Was it because of THAT? Suddenly, she remembered that Aziel had advertised her books to the BDSM Junkies community!

'Ah, we're huge fanboys...See here. Zeven and I have every book of hers. If you have the chance, do me a favor and buy her books. You won't regret it...Now, off to our rooms!'

It's like Sasha's stone power worked because she could feel her body cracking and crumbling to pieces.

"You're kidding me...right?"

"No, it's true. I don't know what you did but keep up the great work, hmm?"

The great work was getting a promotion by the sex crazed twins next door, filming live porn! Rhea wasn't too sure if her new kinky audience would even enjoy pure romance. She kept shaking her head in disbelief.

"...How many copies?"

"About 10,000 copies! Could be more by now..."

Her eyes bulged. The usual amount per day that copies sold could be less than a hundred. Sometimes if one was lucky, then a few hundred during peak days near holidays. So, it was a miracle that ten thousand copies of her books were sold over night! Rhea was beginning to think if the sex crazed twins started a movement, that it'd gain traction immediately.

"Rhea? Hello? You still on the line?"

"...Still on."

"Anyways, it's also gotten out of hand since some fans are now demanding a special fan event!"

Rhea wasn't sure if she was still alive. But then she inhaled and remembered she was in fact, still alive. Things were escalating way beyond her control! Many authors, excluding Faye Wolfe, generally went out to the public and engaged in many events. Some of them included fan signings or fun ways to bring both the authors and fans closer.

Of course, Rhea accepted the fact that she would never rise to top fame or popularity because she never tried to connect with her readers.

But what? A special fan event?

"Get this. There's been several requests sent to our company asking for you to come out to a special fan event organized by your fans themselves. Where did I put that letter...Ah here!"

"...Dear Faye Wolf, I as well as other new fans would dedicate our whole lives reading your books if you can make our dreams come true. It will be our precious idol's birthday soon and we hope to organize an event where you could meet."

By precious idol's, Rhea already knew who it was. Her wretched neighbors that kept barging into her life when she wanted to steer far away as possible. Foam might as well be bubbling up from her mouth.

"What do you think? There's several hundred other more letters like this. Come on Rhea, it's a sign! I think...We need to make this happen...Imagine all that money pouring in!"

Somehow, Rhea could imagine Sasha's eyes turn to dollar signs.

What was Rhea's answer?

"NOT OVER MY DEAD BODY."