Rocking the Second Act - Chapter Four

The Whispr Incident (A Tragedy in Three Acts)

Author’s Note:
Warning: contains audio erotica, teenage horror, and one very cursed phone.

Recap: Last chapter we met Zack Salinger — once the chaos of Midnight Ashes, now sweating it out in rehab and trying, for the first time, to stay. In this chapter, we’re back with Veronica. She’s downloaded Whispr. Let’s go.

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Veronica

I wasn’t expecting much when I first downloaded Whispr.

I mean, sure, Rachel had been relentless, basically staging an intervention until I caved. “Look, you keep saying you’re touch-starved but terrified of dating. This is a middle ground — safe, anonymous, and no one trying to mansplain your pleasure.”

Fine. Fair point.

So, there I was, stretched out in bed, alone in my house for once, finally pressing play.

And holy shit.

I had severely underestimated the power of a well-voiced man whispering filthy, yet oddly poetic things into my ears.

I… was not prepared.

The rich, velvety tones practically purred through my phone’s tinny speaker. “You feel so good, baby…”

Oh.

Oh.

Okay.

I shifted, eyes fluttering shut, letting it wash over me, my skin prickling with warmth. It was… intensely immersive. My brain, which usually needed a 37-step seduction process just to get into the right headspace, had been bypassed entirely.

I felt my actual eyes roll back at one particularly vivid line which was followed by authentic kissing sounds, and then immediately had to laugh at myself because – who even am I right now?

But I wasn’t stopping.

No, sir.

I was in it.

And then –

BANG.

The bedroom door slammed open.

“Mum, have you seen my cha – ”

Time stopped.

Lily froze. I froze. The voice coming out of my phone did not freeze.

“Oh, baby, you’re so fucking wet –”

PANIC. FULL. BODIED. PANIC.

I flung my phone like it was cursed.

It soared through the air in a tragic arc of defeat and humiliation, landing with an ominous thunk under my bed.

Where it continued to play.

Lily made a noise I have never heard before.

Finn – who had been two steps behind her- caught one second of whatever moaning filth was now echoing from beneath my bed, then made a dry-heaving sound so violent that I thought he might actually expire on the spot.

“OH MY GOD, MUM. WHAT. ARE. YOU. LISTENING. TO?!”

“IS THIS PORN?! IS IT AUDIO PORN?! JESUS CHRIST.”

“TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF – ”

“I’M TRYING! I’M TRYING!”

I scrambled to the floor, crawling under my own bed like a gremlin, desperately grasping at my phone, but it kept slipping away.

The voice – still playing.

“God, you sound so sweet when you beg for it…”

PLEASE, GOD, STRIKE ME DOWN.

Lily and Finn noped out so fast they practically left scorch marks.

The door slammed shut behind them.

And I was left on my hands and knees, in the dark, beneath my own bed, sweating, traumatised, and in desperate need of an exorcism.

This was it.

This was how I died.

Aftermath in the Family Group Chat

[ Lily 👑: ] I need therapy
[ Finn 🙄: ] I am filing for emancipation
[ Lily 👑: ] Mum was listening to PORN in SURROUND SOUND
[ Finn 🙄: ] We have to move. I can never set foot in that room again
[ V (Me) 😭: ] I WAS NOT LISTENING TO PORN.
[ Lily 👑: ] THE MAN SAID TERRIBLE THINGS, MOTHER.
[ Finn 🙄: ] It was coming from under her bed. Like a fucking haunting.
[ Lily 👑: ] I can never look at you again.

[ Rachael 🌶️: ] omg I’m SO proud of you 😂😂😂
[ V (Me) 😭: ] DELETE THIS CHAT RIGHT NOW.

That’s all for now. Chapter 5, I Write Myself a Story, drops next week. Subscribe below to get it in your inbox.

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