Dirk Lützelberger - Murder in the first life

[Darkwing]: Can we cheer you up?

[Priscilla]: Yeah, you want to role-play?

[Hangim Hi]: Hmm, I don’t know.

[Priscilla]: What turns you on?

[Darkwing]: What are you into?

[Hangim Hi]: No, don’t bother. It’s nice of you, but I don’t feel like playing today. Maybe some other time. Then I’d like to play the harder version as well.

[Priscilla]: Okay. I got an early day tomorrow. I’ll say goodbye. See you.

[Darkwing]: Good night!

[Hangim Hi]: Night!

Priscilla’s avatar disintegrated, which was a sign that the player had left the game.

[Darkwing]: What would be 'harder' with you?

[Hangim Hi]: When we first met, you already had the right instinct for it … and you should read my profile.

Jens alias Darkwing was good at programming computers, but he was reluctant to read instructions or even profiles. He preferred to get right into the action. Things would develop. That was always the case. No need to study manuals or profiles. But now Jens made an exception. The profile was public and accessible to everyone. As he read, it almost took his breath away. The fantasies described here resembled his own. Obviously Hangim Hi was looking for the thrill of being hung up. This is where Miss Gore hit the mark a few days ago when she asked him if he wanted to dangle from the next tree. But Hangim Hi also told every reader that he would sometimes live out his dominant side. He was a 'switcher'.

[Darkwing]: Excuse me. Okay, caught up reading your profile. All right, I understand you better now. Maybe we can grant your wish next time you’re bad enough.

[Hangim Hi]: Yes, maybe. I have to go to sleep too. Good night.

[Darkwing]: Good night.

Also, the Avatar of Hangim Hi dissolved into nothing.

When Mark had read everything, he realized that he was alone with Darkwing.

[Miss Gore]: I’m sure you remember what we talked about a few days ago?

[Darkwing]: No, Miss, what do you mean?

[Miss Gore]: Don’t be stupid. Did you go back to your hookers and maybe take a picture already? I want a proof of your devotion!

[Darkwing]: No Miss, excuse me, I remember what you mean.

[Miss Gore]: It’s about time!

[Darkwing]: Yes, Miss, you’re right. No, I haven’t been to see any of my friends again. I’ve been celibate, too. Just like you asked. And I don’t know what kind of photo you want me to take.

All the other players had already signed out, and Mark should also stop slowly and go to sleep. The next days would be exhausting enough. He also wanted to stall Darkwing a bit, because that way he would be more receptive to what he was asking of him.

[Miss Gore]: I have to go. Be good and don’t touch yourself until I get the photo.

[Darkwing]: Of course, Miss, but what kind of photo is this?

He would get the answer in a few days, thought Mark and signed off without saying goodbye. His avatar disintegrated and the screen went black.

Mark thought about what happened to Kay in his cage as he shut down the computer.

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