Original Sin

Chapter One Falcon: "Hello room. How's everyone tonight?" Brandy saw him as soon as he entered. She had been waiting for him. She had been studying him for weeks now, committing his every move to memory. She knew his real name, his address, where he worked, how much money he made, what kind of car he drove, what his favorite restaurants were, everything. She always learned everything she could about her Righteous Purifications. However, there was no need for him to know that. The game was sweeter when it was played at her speed. She sat silent watching all the regulars say hello to him, watching how he carried himself. That was important. Brandy tested many men in hopes of finding an honest and faithful man. A man completely worthy of the high standards and spiritually pure morals demanded by her Mission. Not one of them had passed. She knew that Falcon wouldn’t pass her Mission’s strict qualifications either. He was just too damn eager. He moved too quickly, like he was restless. A worthy man would know better than to rush things along like a bumbling adolescent trying to steal a first kiss. He would take his time and play the game properly. She would make him wait before she engaged him in any type of conversation. This was her game and she enjoyed every single aspect of it. The greetings had died down now, and Falcon had gone silent. She knew his silence meant he had no interest in the conversations going on in the main room. He was here for a very specific reason. He was here for her. Still she would make him wait. Sweet anticipation only served to make her Mission’s Purification process that much more rewarding. Lightning Boy: “Hi room.” Hot Boxx: “Hi LB how r u?” Lightning Boy: “Hi Boxx. Wanna pc?” Hot Boxx: “Lol. No thanx Lightning Boy. I may not be that hard to get, but I ain’t that easy either.” Countrygal: “Oh Boxx u could be turning down the offer of a lifetime lol.” Hot Boxx: “A risk I’m willing 2 take CG lol.” Lightning Boy: “Umm What does lol mean?” Falcon: "Hello Brandy, I c u hiding over there." Countrygal: "I think she's in PC Falcon. She's been quiet for awhile now." Brandy snorted out a dry, contemptuous laugh. She was not in Private Chat, an exclusive chat box that only two people can share and have a private conversation within some chat room sites; she was just watching. Waiting. It had taken the sinner even less time than she expected before he came looking to satisfy his wickedly disgusting primal urges. However, his agonizing wait was just about at an end. Sinners, like fish, had to be reeled in just the right way. Otherwise, they had a nasty tendency to wiggle free from the hook, and she had worked too hard on this Godless sinner to let him get away now. Brandy: "No, I'm here Falcon. Hello back." Falcon: "Well good Brandy. I like it when u r here." Brandy: "Oh? Why's that?" Falcon: "Because u r fun, u keep this place moving." Countrygal: "Come, come now Falcon. We r all fun." Brandy sneered at the monitor with sheer contempt. What did this insignificant snot Countrygal know about being fun? She was just like the rest of the pathetic and desperate women who came to this room looking for something that was utterly impossible to find. Brandy: “I try Falcon. It’s a dirty job but someone has to do it ” Falcon: "Would u care to PC Brandy?" Brandy: "My but you move fast Falcon." Lightning Boy: “I’m new here and not at all sure of what I’m doing. Would someone please talk to me?” That comment made Brandy shake her head in disgust. She had little time for the newbies. She had even less time for the ones who tried to pass themselves off as being newbies as a way to get the opposite sex to talk to them. This Lightning Boy was a clear case of the latter. She had seen him here before when she was under a different name, and had seen him use the “I’m new here” line many times. He was a liar. She would bet all the money she owned that he was married and just looking for a quick cyber session with someone. Brandy took a second to write his name down on the yellow legal pad she always kept by her computer. Maybe Lightning Boy would earn consideration for Righteous Purification someday, but for the moment, he was dismissed. Bethany: “Hi Lightning Boy.” Lightning Boy: "Hi Bethany. You wanna PC baby?" She knew it. Typical male slime. Bethany: "No thanks LB." That made her smile. She had to comment. Brandy: "Good girl Bethany." Falcon: "Brandy?" Brandy: "Still here Falcon." She bit her lip. She had forgotten about him, and that could be bad. Married men came with fragile egos and quick tempers, and she did not want to anger him and chase him away. Falcon: "You never answered me before sugar." Brandy: "And what was the question again Falcon?" She breathed a deep sigh of relief. She had not lost him. Falcon: "I asked if you would like to PC?" Brandy: "In a bit lover, just want to stay in the main room for now OK?" She had learned that it was better to make the sinners wait a while before you gave in to their sickness and allowed them to PC you. It made them want it more while at the same time not making her look over eager to have cyber-sex. Men wanted their cyber-partners to be dirty and nasty when they were alone with them, but expected them to show some self-respect and dignity when others were around. She knew how to handle men like Falcon. She had done it before. All of this was part of a much larger game. Rasberrie: "Hi room.” Falcon: "OK sweetie, just let me know when u r ready." Lightning Boy: "Wanna PC Rasberrie?" Jenni: "Hello room." Brandy: "Will do Falcon." And she just sat there. Watching the words scroll across her screen. Every night it was always the same. A bunch of names all blathering endlessly in a never-ending jumble of a dozen different conversations all going on at once. The more people in the room the more confusing it became. Right now it was fairly easy to follow, as only eleven or so were in the room. The room could hold twenty-five people, and the room would be full very shortly. People came and went all night. She spent most of her time just watching the people chat, searching for candidates for Purification. And composing her list. Only the married males made the list. She had no time for single men for they did not break any marriage vows by chasing their desires. She could always tell the married ones. They were the ones who used fake names. Names like Lightning Boy, Styx, Spartan, and the list went on and on. Currently there were five names scribbled on her yellow legal pad. One of them already had a line through it. After tomorrow night, so would a second. He had been easy -- hardly any fight at all -- not like the one she currently was working on, not like Falcon. Brandy had learned through her own marriage how to observe and interpret peoples’ actions. She knew who was lying, who was cheating, and who was there just for giggles. She hated the liars and cheaters; they turned her stomach and needed to be Purified. They deserved what she was going to do to them. There was no shame on her part. No remorse. No guilt. No second chances. Just a deep down feeling that she was doing a good thing. Even more important, she was doing the right thing. The people who came to chat rooms such as this were unclean in the eyes of God; there was simply no way they couldn’t be. They represented everything that was vile about humanity; deception, creed, fornication, they were all found within this den of filthy fornicators. Every one of God’s Holy Commandments were shattered in chat rooms every hour of every day, and it turned her stomach to be sharing a planet with such disgusting, Godless creatures. Being in this room and passing judgment on its occupants was her Mission.