House Rules
*pervy little boy. is this what you do while we sleep?*
You go very still.
The text fades. A second line replaces it.
*come to my room. now.*
You stare at the screen for a long moment. Your brain runs through several possible explanations in rapid succession and discards all of them except the correct one, which assembles itself.
The USB drive. The software. The permissions you granted without reading at midnight. The developer access. The smile in her voice when she said install it both on computer and phone.
Alina.
You reach for the trackpad. You find the software in your applications and try to uninstall it.
*Error: developer permissions required to modify this application.*
You stare at the message for a moment.
Of course.
You close the laptop. You sit in the dark for a moment. You are fully hard, completely outmaneuvered, and have been awake for approximately nineteen hours.
You get up. You walk down the hallway. You knock on her door.