I'm just going to dump all my stories as quickly as possible. Life changes are under way, and I don't anticipate I'll post for a while. All of these stories are fictional/fantasy. Any resemblance to any persons, real or fictional, are coincidental. I do not condone any harm to anybody. If you plan on hurting yourself or others, please do not, and seek help. I enjoy feedback, so if you enjoyed the story, please leave a comment below!

--CB

Chapter 1: Raj

Raj Patel stared at the television in disbelief.

"Breaking news," the anchorwoman spoke with a somber tone, "Actress Katherine Robertson, has gone missing for the past three days."

A picture displayed itself on the screen. Katherine. Robertson. Unreal, Raj thought to himself. She was probably the most famous twelve year old girl on the planet. Missing? Couldn't be. She's probably hidin out at her friends' place. Or maybe she ran away. But that can't be, Raj thought. She's too famous to do even THAT. Everywhere she'd go someone would recognize her. A clip played on the television. It was a scene of Kat (her friends called her Kat for short) in her latest movie, Nigel Cutter and the Disappearing Hounds. Raj remembered watching that movie. He had read all the books in the series. There were five of them so far. He loved them all. He even had a replica hat that the kids in the movies wore that he had ordered online. And he was hopelessly obsessed with her.
He was her biggest fan. Except he wasn't the only one.

Raj actually went to the same school as her: Haley-Cromwell Preparatory School for the Arts and Sciences. It was a fancy school, of course, and it was for grades 1 through 12. It was a private school, and very well-funded. Raj was keenly aware of it. His parents paid an arm and leg just to get him enrolled in it. He was the only child, and they were both lawyers, so they could afford it. But he remembered applying. There was interview after interview. And his parents stressed out over it for years and years, doing whatever they could to get Raj in. He remembered the day
he was accepted. His parents were so proud. Raj wondered if Kat ever had to apply, or if she even had to interview.

He never interacted with Kat anyways, even though they were in the same grade. For one, they mostly had different schedules. He had one class with her, actually, but she was protected by layers of fawning students. The closest to her were like her bodyguards. No one could get close to her. Even though she was so physically close to him at times, she was still light years away. She was untouchable. And he was a geek. He loved computers, and he spent most of his time playing games on his laptop or studying for his exams, but when he wasn't playing games or working on homework, he would spend his free time perusing Kat's Facebook page, combing through her photos, imagining that maybe it was him that her arm was around in some of those photos. She had a Twitter account that he followed too. What would it be like to have her 'friend' him on Facebook? He could only access what the general public could access. How he wished that he was closer to her. But that was impossible. Sometimes he would spend hours daydreaming what it would be like to get to know her. What if
she liked playing computer games too? They could play for hours on end together. And then they could talk some more. And maybe, at the very end, right before her parents picked her up, maybe he could give her a long hug. Maybe even a kiss? But it was just a fantasy.

Probably every other boy in the classroom felt that way with her. He didn't want to be like the others, though. He never stared. He would briefly give himself a glance or two every day, though, and admire her from a distance. He had to be careful not to be noticed. She was always in the center of the commotion. Even though her posse was often disruptive, the teachers never really seemed to care. They were a little starstruck by her too, apparently. But she was quite the spectacle. Although she was a very pretty girl on screen, in person, believe it or not, she was even prettier,
and by far the prettiest girl in her group. She had light brown hair. It was long, wavy, and it flowed down to the small of her back.

Raj could daydream about her for hours on end. But his attention
returned to the television which buzzed in the corner of his room.

"You may remember her from the controversy last Spring during an awards ceremony..."

Another scene of Kat plays on the television. It's a scene of her at
the the ceremony of last year's Film Actor's Guild awards. She wore a white summer dress. It was slightly risque. Raj remembered that it caused quite a stir among the press. An eleven year old girl with a dress that showed so much skin. The critics were up in arms! But her popularity rose nonetheless. Everyone
was talking about it. Her dress had a tube top, and exposed her bare slender shoulders. It curved to the shape of her body too, with the bottom of her dress resembling more of a short skirt than anything else, revealing much of her young legs to the public. Parts of the dress were see-through, but it didn't show anything more than a bikini would have shown anyways.

Despite how skimpy the dress was for some, there was elegance in her tyle at the same time. Raj couldn't describe it. She had her hair done up, and you could see a flowing floral sash that ran across the front that tapered down to the bottom of her dress. People focused on how inappropriate it was for a girl her age to wear something that revealing for an event so formal, but they couldn't see that she looked so beautiful in the dress. And that smile. Boy, when those cameras were flashing from every direction, Raj swore she glittered like a star as the rays of white
light reflected off her skin and eyes.

Raj turned on his computer and opened his web browser. The story had already gone global. CNN was airing the story non-stop. Her face was all over the internet. A Twitter page had been made, #HelpFindKat, which linked to her Facebook page, and another dedicated solely to any tips or clues on how to find her. The world was watching with a keen eye. Where did this budding beauty queen go?

And then suddenly, Raj saw something on the Twitter page that caught his eye. It was a post from Kat. Could it really be? But it was strange. It wasn't a message. It was a link. It said: 'Watch Me'. He hovered his mouse over and hesitated. The link looked suspicious. But...

Raj clicked.

A video popped up on his screen. The word 'Live Streaming' was showing on the bottom corner of the video. Raj had a video recorder app on his laptop that he used to record gameplay with his friends, and he didn't know why, but he hit the 'video record' button as soon as the video started to play. Whatever it was, he didn't want to miss the opportunity.

Seconds passed. Nothing. It was a black screen. But then after a few more seconds, the black screen cleared, and there she was. Kat. She was standing in the center of a small pale grey room. The room was well-lit, and light seemed to emanate from all directions. She looked scared, and it appeared as if she had been crying. She was wearing a short yellow skirt and a small white blouse. There was a dark stain in the center of her skirt.

The video was silent for the first minute. Raj was confused. There was no sound. He checked his volume settings. Normal. His speakers. Nothing was out of place. Everything was plugged in. She looked like she was listening to a conversation, and intermittently responding. And then suddenly the lighting in the room became brighter. He could see everything in much greater detail. And then he could hear a soft blanket of white noise in the background, and then Kat's voice, loud and clear. He turned down the volume so that it wouldn't be too loud.

"My name is Katherine Robertson," she said quietly.

She started to cry.

"You have five seconds to comply..." a low but loud computerized voice ordered from the background.

Kat looked up again at the screen, still sobbing, and nodded her head slowly, looking resigned. Raj stared at the video in disbelief.

"My name is Katherine Robertson," she said again, "And I know..."

She looked very distraught. She shook her head, sniffled, and took a deep breath.

"I know that I... I am being watched."

And then she began to undress.