Online Bullying Is 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 Cool
Sonata leaned back in her chair, almost but not quite falling over backwards. After she straightened up, she said, "And you know what else?"
"What else?" asked a nasal voice, some guy in her online chatroom.
Sonata pointed an angry finger. "Aria is always calling me the worst. But I can sing every bit as good as she can, so there!"
"Oh, yeah," a deeper voice said. "I saw you Dazzlings' old Ewetoob videos. You're musical geniuses! You should record some new videos and do an official studio album. You deserve to be rich and famous!"
Sonata's nose scrinched up a little, and she rubbed her eyes with one hand. "We're, uh, working on that." She didn't want to even try to explain Adagio's latest project, about something called otter tune? Sonata still wondered what was so special about small sea mammals, and why you would record an album with them.
Sonata did tell the chatroom, "Whales sing so much better than otters! But every time I say that, Aria just calls me stupid. You know who I think is stupid for not knowing that? Aria is the stupid one, that's who!"
The nasal voice asked, "Can you tell us more about how Aria treats you? Does she wear a special leather dominatrix outfit?"
Sonata laughed. "You're silly! Aria wears regular clothes, just like anyone else!"
The deeper voice chuckled. "But in your music videos, you girls always dress like music superstars! Do you even know what regular clothes look like?"
"I'll prove it!" Sonata shouted. She looked sideways, out of camera. "Just...wait here a minute." She got up and ran away.
The nasal voice asked, "Do you think she's coming back?"
"Sure," the deeper voice assured him. "She promised us she'd prove it."
A minute later, Sonata returned, holding two armfuls of clothing, which she dumped on her desktop. "See?" she said. "Just regular clothes!"
"Really?" the deeper voice said. "Is that a leather jacket with spikes?"
Sonata giggled. "This jacket isn't Aria's! It's Adagio's." She blinked. "Oops, guess I dumped out the wrong drawer."
"But does the jacket make her look tough?" the nasal boy asked. "Like she could beat people up?"
Sonata nodded. "Adagio doesn't just look tough. She is tough. I've seen her make a whole motorcycle gang cry."
"How does she do that?" the deeper voice wondered.
Sonata looked confused. "All she has to do is be Adagio."
"What does she do? Can you show us?"
"She just has to be Adagio!" Sonata said. "Here, I'll show you. I'll put on the jacket. And these spiked bracelets, and these boots." She put them on, and stood up straight and tall. "Hey, losers! I hear you're selling crystal meth on this corner. Don't you know this is my town?" Sonata slammed her hand down on the desk. "I'll make you bitches cry for your mommies!
"Hey losers! Hey bitches!
Lay down on the dirty ground where you belong!
You're my wall to wall carpet of pathetic men.
I'll stomp you, I'll crush you.
I'll treat you like garbage.
I'll walk on top of you and spit in your faces.
You'll be so grateful I even noticed you!"
Sonata broke character to laugh. "Tee hee hee! Of course, Adagio is better at it than I am."
"Do it some more," the nasal voice whined. "Tell us how worthless we are."
"Tell us how badly you'll hurt us," the deeper voice added.
"I'll kick you so hard your balls will pop out your noses!" Sonata shouted. "You're going to ask me to make love to your girlfriends for you, because you won't be able to anymore! You'll have to watch and wave pom-poms in the air! I'll make you wear cheerleader costumes and cheer, while I make your girlfriends scream about how much better I am than you are. And you'll love me for it. You'll ask me to come back next week and do it again!"
The nasal voice moaned softly. "Yes."
"I'll do your moms in front of you, too." Sonata remembered something Adagio had told a barful of drunks one night, before beating them up single-handedly. "Your daddies must have done it wrong the first time, or you wouldn't have ever been born."
"Oh!" the deeper voice groaned. "That really hits the spot."
"Your mommies will beg me to move in with them and make them happy," Sonata continued. "But I won't. I'll just leave them missing me forever, for the rest of their lives. They'll beg me to come back and show them again what proper lovemaking is like, but I won't. You'll wish I was your new daddy, so someone could try to teach you how to be tough. But instead, you and your mommies will just cry in the dark every night wishing I was there. That's how you'll feel when I'm done with you."
"Yes!" the nasal voice cried out. "So good!"
Sonata broke character again, giggling goofily. "Can you believe that stuff Adagio says? So crazy!"
"I want to! I want to believe!" the deep voice said.
"What about Aria?" a third man asked. "What else does she call you?"
"She's the worst," Sonata grumbled.
"Just how much worse is she?" the deep voice asked. "Would you like to spank her?"
"Would I!" Sonata laughed. "But I'm afraid she might enjoy it."
"Tell us more," the nasal voice begged. "Please."
Spying on the chatroom, Adagio smirked. "I really like how Sonata does her idea of your little crying voice, all squeaky. 'Please, Sonata, may I have another? I like being spanked so much.'"
Sitting beside Adagio on the living room couch, Aria complained, "It isn't funny."
"But the chatroom seems to like it. It brings in so many donations. Those guys just can't wait to empty out their wallets."
Aria scowled. "It's disgusting."
"I wonder." Adagio rubbed her chin. "Do you think Sonata knows she's running an erotic video chatroom?"
Aria laughed, loud and long. "That's hilarious. Maybe you're right. Maybe she really doesn't know what those guys are doing while they listen to her. How they feel about her."
"I think she has a real stage presence." Adagio pushed her own hair back, out of her face. "The way she imitates us, she has more acting talent than either of us ever gave her credit for."
In the video chat, Sonata scolded, "I see you! Get back on the floor now! Lick it! Lick the floor clean!"
"Yes, Mistress," a shirtless man whined through his webcam, cowering on all fours. "Whatever you say, Mistress."
"Mistress says you haven't donated enough to my DoughFundMe!" Sonata giggled. "Do it now, or I won't show you on the life size doll how Adagio would torture you! You'll never find out what she can do with a full set of mixing bowls and an orangutan...unless you donate!"
Adagio smiled. "When Sonata makes human scum crawl and beg like this? I feel so proud."
