Dirk Lützelberger - Murder in the first life

Mark had moved out of his parents’ home at the beginning of his education and had lived in seclusion in his apartment ever since. He had gotten it into his head to get a job in the care sector. After many endless rounds of applications, he finally got lucky and the personnel manager congratulated him on his engagement. Unfortunately, his initial euphoria was quickly dampened as the working atmosphere left a lot to be desired. He could never please his superior. His boss always had something to criticize about Mark’s work. Mark struggled hard with his humiliations during this time and finally looked for a balance, a kind of valve to relieve his tension.

His system was now ready to go and greeted him after the registration with the words:

Welcome back, Miss Gore. It’s been two days and 23 hours since your last visit.

[Miss Gore]: Good evening, Darkwing.

[Darkwing]: Good evening, Miss Gore. I trust you had a pleasant day.

[Miss Gore]: Thanks for asking, my dear friend. Where is our mutual friend Priscilla?

[Darkwing]: I’m sorry to disappoint you, I don’t know. I haven’t seen her in a while. But it’s the weekend now. Maybe she can arrange to come back.

[Miss Gore]: It may be so.

[Darkwing]: Let’s hope the best.

Petty banter wasn’t Mark’s cup of tea if it didn’t serve the purpose, so he decided to make a direct advance.

[Miss Gore]: Have you been with one of your prostitutes again in the meantime or have you been saving yourself for me?

Obviously, Jens-Gerwin was amazed by this quick and direct change of topic. After he had gathered himself, he typed again.

[Darkwing]: I’ve been saving myself for you, Miss, hoping to see you here again today.

Mark smiled contentedly, got up and got a cold beer from the fridge. When he came back the answer had been extended.

[Darkwing]: I’m so hot I need a whuppin', Miss.

Mark remembered that in the last session Jens told them about his preference for prostitutes who he liked to be dominated by. Being whipped was one of his favourite ways.

[Miss Gore]: I’m not one of your prostitutes that you can order to do whatever you want.

[Darkwing]: No, Miss, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.

[Miss Gore]: I understand you very well, but before I deal with you further, I demand proof of your devotion Darkwing!

[Darkwing]: Anything you say, Miss.

[Miss Gore]: Very good. I’ll give you an order soon to take a picture and send it to me. Until the photo is here, you will not go to any of these hookers or touch and satisfy yourself. I want you to get really hot!

[Darkwing]: Yes, Miss, I understand.

Miss Gore’s energetic appearance left Jens-Gerwin no choice but to give in. Jens had never experienced anything like this in this virtual world and he wished with all his heart that these role plays would continue endlessly. Jens followed this train of thought very rationally. He would save a lot of money if he no longer had to go to prostitutes to pursue his passion. He liked this role play more and more and it had many more advantages. It was hygienic, free, anonymous and safe. What could happen, Jens thought. Who would recognize me here? It is anonymous!

♦♦♦

Sven’s week had been exhausting and he had not had time to be online. But today he took the time and hoped that he could now see his friends again. He logged in and materialized in the virtual world. His gaze wandered around and he could see Darkwing and Miss Gore in some distance. He went over to them. Both seemed engrossed in conversation just as he came within earshot.

[Miss Gore]: … get really hot!

[Darkwing]: Yes, Miss, I understand.

The two noticed him and fell silent for a moment.

[Priscilla]: Good evening, my lady. Good evening, Darkwing.

[Miss Gore]: Well, well, well. Look who’s here.

[Darkwing]: Hi Priscilla, nice to see you again.

[Priscilla] bows.

[Miss Gore]: You’re late.

[Priscilla]: Yes Miss, your girl had a lot to do during the week and unfortunately, she doesn’t have much time today.

[Miss Gore]: This is unacceptable! If you want to be in my inner circle of slaves, you’ll have to be online a lot more often.

[Priscilla]: 999

'999', that was the sign for an emergency. Something had happened to Priscilla, so she was unable to continue the conversation at the moment and had to leave the chat immediately. In the virtual world this was completely normal and an accepted behaviour. After all, everyone should have their fun. And real life was still going on. 'afk' was another abbreviation, which meant, 'away from keyboard'. But this was announced in advance, in contrast to the emergency signal.

The minutes passed, then finally Sven came back.

[Priscilla]: Excuse me, Miss Gore, but my wife called for dinner and she was very angry.

[Miss Gore]: Okay, buzz off. We don’t want you to get in trouble anymore.

Sven logged off, shut down the computer and went into the kitchen to see his wife, who was already waiting impatiently for dinner. Although there was nothing elaborate to eat, the time spent together with her husband was very important to Lara, which Sven felt again and again.

Lara snarled at him grumpy. "No sooner are you home than you’re hanging on to that stupid box again. What do you always do there anyway? What is so important that it can’t even wait until after dinner?"

Sven swallowed and searched for an answer, or rather an excuse. "Oh honey, I had to check the mail and recheck the bank statements. You don’t want anyone to overcharge, do you?" Sven smiled at Lara awkwardly and waited to see if she would accept the excuse. He held his breath and hoped she wouldn’t notice.

"You’re right. Now help me set the table."

Sven exhaled. That was close, and it was a rarely stupid excuse. He couldn’t possibly explain to his wife that he is Priscilla and that he is wandering around in a virtual world talking to other players about his fantasies. Sometimes he lived out his fantasies in the game, but they were all just role-playing. Besides, it was his disguise to appear in a different gender than Priscilla. Who would find out that he was really a man?

Oh no, damn it, Sven cried out inwardly when he remembered his last words in the conversation with Miss Gore before he had to break off.

♦♦♦

It was only a brief guest performance by Priscilla that evening, but that can happen to any time reality calls, thought Mark. After Priscilla had left her conversation so abruptly, Darkwing and Miss Gore were now alone again.

Mark took over the conversation and came straight back to his already expressed wish for a photo. Jens, alias Darkwing, had not the slightest chance to escape his spell. Mark had already got what he wanted many times through his dominant manner. At least here in the virtual world it worked very well. In the real world he never managed to contradict one of his colleagues or even not to fulfil every wish of his superior. On the job he had to act accordingly, but here on the Internet, protected by anonymity, he could show his other ego. Maybe this was even his true personality?

Mark’s thoughts of resuming the conversation were abruptly interrupted when another person joined the conversation. It was really busy here today, Mark thought. Those poor souls who couldn’t do anything better with themselves this weekend than to find virtual fun on the Internet. He himself did not belong to this genre of man, because he had a job to do – an important job! He had been taught this by his parents again and again and it filled him with ambition when he knew that his parents would have been proud of him.

[Miss Gore]: Hey, kid, have we met? Darkwing, have you seen the new guy?

[Darkwing]: No, Miss, never.

Some characters in this world were either very shy, new or just uptight. After a while, when no answer came up, Mark dug deeper more energetically.