Trends: Part Four
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Parts: One, Two, Three Bonnie’s apartment was a cage she’d built for herself, the walls closing in tighter every time her phone buzzed with another filthy notification. She sat curled on the couch, nothing on but an oversized t-shirt, her bare legs folded under her, clutching her phone like it was the only thing keeping her alive. The blue-white glow of the screen painted her face, making her flushed cheeks look feverish as she scrolled through the endless stream of comments on her teaser video. Eight hundred new ones in ten minutes, each one filthier than the last, each one demanding her address, each one promising exactly how they’d use her body when they found her, how they’d ruin her.