[Female] Demise of a VocaGirl

	When I first starting doing these, it was just for laughs. I was bored and needed something to do. I read a couple of scripts. Something about domination and people enjoyed them. I thought it was a little bit weird but I was just glad to pass the time. So I read a couple more the next night and the one after that. I became a regular.
	And then someone asked me to masturbate and record it. It was really embarrassing but I figured what the hell. And god! Everyone loved it! So the next night, I did it again. I wasn’t really in the mood. But I did it anyways. And it was a really popular post. So I did it again the next night and then the night after that. And pretty soon I found myself feeling horny every night. So I’d masturbate a couple times a night.
	Then one of the guys asked for my picture. They said that they loved my voice and had been following me for some time now. I have to admit that I was flattered by it. So what the hell, I posted a picture but without my face. Lots of people were complimenting me. I was shocked. They told me that I was hot and how’d they love to be with me. See, I’d been down a lot lately so that was a huge pick-me up.
	So that one big fan of mine posted his Skype name. He wanted to talk to me. I’d never really talked to anyone outside of the boards but whatever. I’ll just block him if he’s a creeper. We started IM’ing each other over Skype and eventually we started to call each other. We’d be up all night talking. He was a super funny guy and we’d talk just about everything. Of course, I was curious to see what he looked like. So we started to use video calling. He was pretty cute and I really loved his company.
	I was having a great time. Who knew that 4chan could actually be so much fun? That’s where I was wrong. One day I was coming home from school and I saw this note on my car. It was address to my tripname. I was completely terrified. Someone knew who I was in real life? I opened it up and it was letter saying all these horrible things that the writer wanted to do with me. Shit. What was I going to do?
	I stayed offline for two weeks. I wasn’t going to risk my real life for some stupid online bullshit. But after a while, I figured it was probably just my friends pulling a prank on me. They knew what I did online, why was I tripping so much? So I went back to my regular routine of posting every night.
	It happened again though. Someone had found my facebook account and posted a link. I deactivated it immediately. Now everyone knew my real name, where I lived, where I went to school. I was terrified something was going to happen to me. God, why do creepers have to ruin everything? Couldn’t they just be happy with the posts I made?
	I was walking to the parking garage one night after staying in the library all day. I tossed my backpack in the trunk of my car and unlocked the doors. Someone slammed me against the car. He told me that he was so glad that he finally found me. How he loved talking to me and he so glad to finally met me. I knew that voice! It was the guy I’d been talking to. He lived across the country though. Fuck.
	He turned me around and kissed me. I was so scared. He told me that he was going to take me away from all of this. That he was going to make me the happiest girl in the world. I’d be treated like the princess that I was. By then, I was shaking. This couldn’t be happening. He tied a blindfold around my eyes and told me to get into the backseat. I just did what I was told. I don’t know why I did it though. He got into the front and drove off.
	That leaves me where I am now. I’m not really sure where I am actually. A basement, I think. He makes me do all these disgusting fucked up sexual things. I can’t fight him. I’m hoping by posting here, someone will remember me. And maybe find a way to get me out of here. Oh fuck. He’s coming. Please someone help me.