Chapter 2: The Beginning...

"So...what can I do for you?...Sir"

A beautiful feminine voice came from the computer, it was soft and comparable to those cute and comforting, a voice pleasing to the ears, voices which could be heard from voice actors and celebrities. The voice came from a girl on the video call, to the man sitting before the screen in a dark room, his face wasn't visible but the girl's was, she had beautiful and long black hair mixed with a bit of purple color, her lips covered with purple lipstick, she had a piercing on right side of her nose and had a pretty perfect face. Her skin was fair and she had a few tattoos on her chest and arms. She smirked as she said those words, as she looked at the man through the camera.

"....Huh?"

He seemed surprised at her words and was quiet, his expressions were comparable to that of a person who had just seen a ghost, eyes and mouth opened like a fool. Not knowing what to do, he ended the call and moved the cursor on screen towards the 'X' on the top-left corner , clicked it and closed the app. His breath was heavy, he was panicking while thinking about what he has done.

'Ah, What have I done?! I shouldn't have accepted to call.... What do I do? What can I do?'

He got up from his chair and started walking around the room, the room was filled with trash, with food wrappers and soda cans.

The man lived alone in his own house which belonged to his brother, he had just dropped out from the college and had nothing to do, no life at all. All he did was sit on his computer and scroll his life away like a crazy addict. Browsing social media apps like swisser, blueit and porn sites.

The man started to calm himself and started to breathe in and out which didn't seem to help him a lot..He started to walk towards the door, with each of his step he created sound of wrappers rustling. He opened the door, walked out and closed the door behind him. He then turned the lights on, now the man was visible no longer hidden in the darkness.

He walked to the couch and looked towards a cage in front of it, there was a beautiful grey parrot sitting on top of it. He looked him in the eyes with his panicky face.

"I am a stupid man, Caesar. A stupid, stupid man....A FUCKING IDIOT!"

"Harry is a stupid man, Harry is a fucking idiot, a fucking stupid idiot"

Caesar, the parrot repeated him.

". That's right....Yes, I am...."

He laid his head back on the couch, spread his harms around on the couch and closed his eyes...

'How did I get here?...'

 2 weeks ago.

"You want to drop out?!?"

Two guys were arguing over something, one of them was lean, was wearing a black hoodie, tan skin, red haired and the other guy had long black hair, a little facial hair, was fat and hardly able to sit on the floor with the other guy, they were sitting with game controllers in their hands. The game music was playing in the background as they argued.

"Yo, fatty....did I hear you right?!"

The guy sitting on right yelled at the man sitting next to him.

"That.....That's right. I want to drop out."

"What do you mean you want to drop out?!? You are doing so well, you are so good at studies and one of the top guys! You don't even have any financial trouble."

"Why the fuck do you want to drop out? What happened to you all of a sudden?"

He continued to yell at the fat guy.

"Brock! calm down.....please....please, stop yelling...."

Said the fat guy in low voice. He looked at his friend and sighed.

"What's the matter with you , Harry? Why do you want to quit?  Is someone troubling you?!....Don't tell me....are you being bullied?"

"What? Why would anyone bully me?"

Brock put his finger up, towards Harry and slowly moved it down to point at his stomach.

"Because you are fat, fatty.."

"I am.....I am NOT FAT!! I am just little bit overweight!"

"Yeah, yeah that's what I am saying....So? Is that it? Are you dropping out because of your weight? Listen, if it's bullying then you got nothing to worry about! I will take care of it."

Harry seemed a bit annoyed, Harry's face had an expression of someone who is ready to beat a friend(Brock) up.

"No, that's not the reason."

"What's the reason then?"

"I don't want to study anymore...."

"BUT WHY?!"

Brock yelled again, not able to understand why Harry wanted to drop out.

"...I don't feel interested in it anymore. Business is not what I want to do."

"But..." Brock not able to believe the words that came out from Harry's mouth stopped and said "What is it that you want to do then?"

"I have found a job as a software engineer in a small startup. And It's a remote job. I can... work from home."

"Ah ha, I understand now."

Brock said while smiling, eyes closed. He now had understood why Harry had decided to drop out. Ever since the pandemic Harry had lost all interest in outside world, he felt more comfortable inside his house with no one to disturb him, he wanted to avoid all human interactions. Harry just liked to spend his time alone with his pet, Caesar. He had few friends and none of them talked to him much except for Brock who he met on his first day at university and became best friends with. Brock was the only person who cared about Harry and tried his best to show the life outside of his tiny room. 

Brock has understood why Harry had made the decision but he was still disappointed in Harry's decision.

"What about your brother? Have you told him yet?"

"Yes..I told him before you came here."

"And?...What did he say?"

Harry didn't day a word, he seemed a bit hesitant.

"Tell me...What did he say?"

"He said.... He said 'Do what you want..'"

Brock put his palm on his head and laughed.

"Same as always. Is that how he reacts to this shocking news?...What a brother!"

Brock looked at Harry who seemed sad, he hung his face down as he too was a bit disappointed at the words but none of them were surprised.

"Still I don't think you should drop out, you are the best student in our class and you have a bright future....and if we are going to start a business one day like you planned then we need you to stay and become smarter, fatty"

"I will keep studying about it, just not in the university....and besides that we will need investment to get started. I can get that money from my job!"

Brock signed as he knew Harry had made up his mind and it was futile to keep arguing with him.

"Whatever man....if that's what you want then sure."

Both smiled and laughed as they continued to talk and play games all night long, chatting about different things and future.

"I am feeling a bit hungry. I am gonna make something."

"Hey I can cook, you sit here and relax here."

"If you go in kitchen I don't get I will get any food today, fatty."

Both laughed as Brock went into the kitchen to prepare food. It was almost morning now. Harry yawned and stretched his body and laid down on the floor all tired.

TUDU!

A notification sound came from Brock's phone. Harry got up from the floor and picked Brock's phone up, it was unlocked and so Harry peeked at the notification...It was from tiskord with an image attachment from Emma who was a friend that they met on tiskord in a gaming community, he was curious about it and thought it might be some interesting news or video related to games they played and clicked on the notification to see what it was.

Harry was waiting for it to load...

"What is it?...WHAT?"

He shouted out loud as the image loaded, unable to believe his eyes, he had seen something unimaginable.

It was a naked picture of her with her hands tied and degrading words written all over her body, she was on her knees with her hands cuffed and had "Slut" written on her forehead "Daddy's toy" on chest "Cum dump" on her stomach with an arrow pointing down towards privates. All those and more written all over her body, he kept looking at it with his eyes wide open still processing what he had just seen, he noticed Brock's name written on her body. His eyes spread opened even more.

"What are you shouting for?"

Brock stepped out of the kitchen with a sharp knife in his hand...He looked at his phone in Harry's hands...

"Is that my phone?"

He said like a menace, Brock looked extremely scary with the knife, he and an expression of betrayal, looked like a serial killer looking at his next victim which was poor Harry.