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Less then ZERO

It was Wednesday. Chester went to a nearby supermarket after work, as usual, to buy food for the whole week. It’s a little odd that he bought a tube of wasabi paste. Although Chester didn’t hate spicy foods, he would usually stay as far away from that as he could.

He bought it because that morning, his master had left a message for him to bring some home.

Chester put away his groceries in the kitchen, all in perfect order. Chester isn’t usually so tidy. But now he will not do anything weird like he used to. He was paranoid that there was someone watching him all the time. He was a victim of harassment.

He went back to the living room, afraid to turn back. It was a small apartment and the living room also served as a study and a dining room. He had a small TV and an outdated computer. They would randomly come on, all on their own. As though they were possessed, a message may pop up on the screens at any time. The details of his life, photos, video, all pop up out of thin air. He really doesn’t know how the guy does it, but he manages to be everywhere.

This was indeed fear.

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Like the majority of people in the city, Chester Bennington led a boring life, indulging in the Internet in his spare time. But that did not mean that he knew anything about computers or technology, in general. He only used the computer for a few things. He’d go to forums, download videos, and hang out in chat rooms sometimes. He didn’t bother doing any more than that.

He occasionally read about the senior hackers, the viruses,intrusion, spying activities, and other cyber crimes. He wasn’t particularly interested or concerned. He couldn’t understand those erudite vocabularies or the concept of coding. Chester would rather browse rock star news and pornographic magazines. He was not a contributor to the Internet community, at all.

A while ago, Chester entered a new chat room, where there were many interesting people. This was not anything special.Two-hundred-million adults use the Internet, and there are at least 150 million people online at any given time. There was always someone bored like him to talk to.

Chester did not know who the man watching him was. He just remembered that he was wandering on the Internet and entered a chat room to gossip, as usual. He didn’t provoke any sort of weird people. He did not let anyone know his age or post his own picture anywhere.

Then his life began to get weird.

He got a message in his guestbook:

Mr. Bennington,

I will become the new master of you. You can call me Mr. Shinoda.

Chester was confused and pissed off at the nerve of the guy. But he forgot this guy seemed to know his true identity.

The next day when he got home he found a thick envelope in the mailbox, signed Shinoda. Inside were pictures of him. One evening, he left the computer to go for snacks, played with his one-year-old beagle, Roxy, brushed his teeth, and changed his clothes. Mr. Shinoda said, from the computer, “It seems that you need some adjustments.”

“Mother Fucker!”Chester was shocked and pissed off. He threw the photos and the message from Mr. Shinoda into the trash.

At that time he still had the courage.

Later he continued to receive the photos, even though he had isolated himself. The next day he still received some intimate photos. Chester felt nauseated. How could such a phantasm as Shinoda get fresh with him. So he returned a message to Mr. Shinoda: Get away from me you son of a bitch, or I will call the police!

But the threat did not seem to work. That got Shinoda worked up even more. That evening after Chester went offline, he started watching TV with Roxy. Suddenly the signal was interrupted. Chester was puzzled. He banged on the side of the television set. The screen soon resumed, but it was not the film he was watching. Chester watched a video of himself hiding in the toilet smoking, at work that day. It was a clear picture, a good angle, and his face on the screen was so unsettling.

Chester switched off the television. “Fuck! That bastard, again!” he said aloud. He resented Shinoda with his entire being. He called Roxy to the kitchen and fed him, but a noise came when he opened the fridge. The television switched on by itself. He was still on the screen. He wasn’t in the bathroom at work, but at the supermarket. He was looking at the goods. Surely the security cameras of the supermarket were used by the bastard to produce such a perfect picture. His cheap earrings and ring showed so clear.

“What’s going on?”he said. “The fucked mother fucker!”

Chester dropped the dog food and went straight toward the television to switch it off. But the machine was out of control. He couldn’t even change the channel. Chester screamed at it. Luckily, he thought of unplugging it before he smashed up the TV. “Now unless you are God, you can not switch it on again!”Chester went back to the kitchen.

The phone rang immediately. Chester picked it up. Chester didn’t realize who was on the other end until he heard laughing. The voice said, “You have to understand. I am God!”

Chester dropped the phone, grabbed Roxy, and went back to the bedroom. “This man is insane,” he yelled in fear. “The man is ubiquitous, omniscient, and lawless.

He kept the lights on, but still couldn’t sleep.

Chester wanted to avoid the guy, but he knew him so well that he even knew where he lost his nail file. He observed Chester's every move through any way possible. And by that night, the guy made a request.

But who would give way so easily? Whatever, this was only someone who was engrossed in the computer on the Internet. Perhaps he was more proficient-- excessively proficient. But he had to be only a computer geek, Chester comforted himself. He would be ok. He would not come to him.

So, Chester refused his request. Then Shinoda said, “How could you refuse to obey?”

Chester became even more confused. Then Shinoda showed him what a top hacker can do and how ignorant Chester was. Many incredible things happened in Chester’s poor little apartment. He was helpless. The guy seemed to have fun with him, sending him photos and videos to make him uncomfortable. He also contacted him many ways, such as public telephones or his fax machine in his office. Behind these funny pranks, Chester sensed an inhuman pair of eyes.

Mr. Shinoda said Chester should try some Sashimi. Chester wasn’t interested. So he had fish and chips with a lot of mayonnaise. This little act of rebellion satisfied him. He wanted to ridicule Mr. Shinoda that he could do nothing but watch him. But then he heard Mr. Shinoda, through the speakers of his computer, say, “You don’t know what you’re doing. I will not lose interest, but just get angry. Do you want me to get rough?”

Chester was shocked by the hostility in his voice. He sat back stiffly. His narrow apartment seemed so open. He replied, "What can you do?"

Mr. Shinoda continued, "You know, the end of the dog that defies orders will not be pretty." He just smiled and then the screen went blank.

This made Chester tense. He was a bit nervous, and this was not funny anymore. Recently it became more serious. Chester’s doctor prescribed him a sedative. He found that dose not enough. He was more anxious and irritable. Chester was so afraid of what Shinoda would do.

As usual Chester went home immediately after the work. He was in the hallway in front of the door to his apartment when his neighbor called out to him.

"What?" Chester asked coldly facing the young woman.

Then she delivered the big parcel. "A man came by today. He left something for you."

"Thank you," Chester said hesitantly. He took the package rigidly. The girl gave him an embarrassed smile.

"What did he look like?" Chester asked when she was closing the door.

"Umm…" She thought for a little while at the door, "He had a beard." She met Chester's puzzled eyes, and added, "I think perhaps he is mixed. His skin was darker." She shrugged

"Thank you." Chester said again, and waved his neighbor as she went back into her apartment.

Chester opened the parcel, confused. Anger almost cramped his tongued. There was a woman’s dress, a long and straight red wig, and some cosmetics. And even a pair of women’s boots. A card was attached, reading: This is a gift. Happy Birthday.

“That Shinoda is really something. He has no shame!" Chester admitted that he was a very significant man. Was the guy blind?

“This is a real mental case,” he thought. “That son of a bitch! What does he mean by this?”

Chester put the clothes into a paper bag. The next day, when he went to work, he sent the gift to one of his colleagues whose birthday was coming up. Although the dress was slightly too big, the young lady was still very happy to accept it. Chester thought it was a good gift for a beautiful woman.

The dress seemed of very good quality. The lady had invited Chester out to a meal by the end of work.

Chester felt a bit awkward, but he was more happy than he had been in a long time. It was always pleasant being with a beautiful woman.

Afterward, Chester went home, as usual. Downstairs, there was no letter in the mailbox.

He casually unlocked the door and stepped into his home. He locked the door behind him and then turned.

He froze when he saw it.

The gift Shinoda had sent was on the table, intact, covered in blood.

“He came!”Chester thought. “Where is he?”

Chester put his back against the wall and looked around. The whole place was empty and silent. He only heard his own breath in and out. Even his Roxy was not there.

He looked at the clothes again, and it dawned on him. Chester realized that he had involved an innocent person.

"Hey, you are back on time."

It was Mr. Shinoda. Chester almost jumped.

"Oh! God! Where are you?" he said.

"I am here waiting for you because I want to stop you from doing anything else stupid. You have to understand that this is a gift to you."

"I do not want it! What have you done?" Chester shouted to the empty room. He switched on all the lights. No one was there.

"I got it back," the voice said. It was the answering machine.

"You killed her! Oh, God!" he said. Chester was terribly shocked. This man would do anything. He killed. He came to his place. "Oh, Fuck! How could you do that? You mother fucker!"

"I think you should calm down," Mr. Shinoda said in an icy tone.

"God damn you! I am calling the police!" he shouted. Chester was trembling out of control. "You’re a murderer!"

"I wouldn’t do that if I were you."

"Go to hell!" he screamed. Chester got his cell phone. He dialed 9-1-1. He went into the kitchen for his sedatives while waiting. "You're going to prison. I hope you rot!"

"I am a bit disappointed with you, actually," Mr. Shinoda said.

When Chester reached into the cabinet where his sedatives were, a brown, bloody thing fell out onto him. His dog was hanged. There was a nail in his skull.

Chester was desperate to scream. He pressed hard onto his stomach to vomit out everything until he could only retch. Roxy's body was above his head. Chester dared not look up. He escaped from the kitchen and collapsed on the floor. He felt too dizzy and his stomach was in pain. “This guy is horrible,” he thought. Chester realized that the man could kill him at any time, just like killing a dog. He could almost see himself being nailed to the wall and tortured to death.

"Where are the police?" Mr. Shinoda asked. This time his voice came from the phone Chester was holding.

"Forgive me,” he said. Chester was down on the ground. He was so afraid. The man seemed to surround and suffocate him. He would not care to take his life in a second.

"Are you crying?" Mr. Shinoda asked.

"Forgive me."

"Answer me."

"Yes."

"Do you appreciate my gift?"

"Yes."

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Chester was done in the kitchen. The shopping bags were thrown into the trash. Mr. Shinoda said that he would not let him go easily, but only if he behaved well. He would not hurt him. He was very obedient already. His fear overcame his will. The man told him what would happen if he resisted. The lady who never came back to work reminded him every day. He did not want to die like her.

Bennington had chosen a compromise. Mr. Shinoda enjoyed having such a docile pet.

After bathing, Chester sat in front of the computer. He logged on and connected with Mr. Shinoda. Chester put on the headphones so he could talk to him.

Mr. Shinoda was pleased by Chester’s recent performance. He had requested something different over the past two days. He wanted Chester to masturbate.

Chester refused. He faced to the camera and pressed his legs together.

Frankly, Mr. Shinoda told him, "You should understand that, sex is very important when someone becomes your master."

Chester felt ashamed. He attempted to evade. "But I, I can not…"

"Do not make me upset. You should know that by now," said Mr. Shinoda. He made some noise from the other side.

Chester helplessly took off his shorts and spread his legs per the instructions. Mr. Shinoda praised him. He began to stroke his cock slightly. After a while, Mr. Shinoda wanted him to stroke even harder, as he imagined his hand on him. He did not like it to be gentle.

But Chester wanted no more suffering. Mr. Shinoda, was not satisfied with that. Then he told Chester to get the wasabi he bought that day. Chester followed the orders. He smeared the green paste on to his cock. There was a minor cold tingling followed by a muggy heat. The feeling got more intense as he rubbed it in. Chester could not help but whimper. Shinoda laughed and told Chester to smear more wasabi into his anus. This mucous membrane, filled with fragile and sensitive nerves, felt like he had set it on fire. Chester did not know what harm this would bring, but Mr. Shinoda told him not to stop.

Chester watched his penis turn scorching red and start to swell up. Chester was trembling and groaning with the pain. He had no courage to face the screen or even to open his eyes. He saw bright colors behind his eyelids.

Although Chester was crying in pain, he still reached his climax. Mr. Shinoda said he did very well. That night, Mr. Shinoda let him go early.

The next day, Chester did not have any mission from Mr. Shinoda until the dawn. “Perhaps he would like to play another game,” Chester thought.

When he got home, he knew that he was right.

When he opened the door there was a man sitting on his sofa with tanned skin and beard, wearing a black jacket

.

He grinned at Chester. His eyes were black.

Chester immediately recognized him.

END