Fabula was an online multiplayer roleplaying game. It had seeped its roots in my life since childhood, and because of it, I made many long lasting friendships. As an adult, owning my own apartment, working, dating, I still played Fabula.
The game made you choose between races and classes and gender. It was never weird for a guy to play a female character, but I had never played as one until my latest character, whom I named Nyx. Nyx was a mage. I was very excited to begin a new journey.
I leveled her up. I searched for a clan for her because the ones my friends were in were all full, and I found one. The leader was a very well known player, he led many clans, rival clans. My friends and I saw this as a way to spy on him, bait him, prank him. I joined.
The player's in game name was Asmodeus, and he turned out very welcoming to new players, including me. He was a rich player, with years of accumulated treasures. He gave some away to new players, helping them, buying them too. I told this to my friends.
Once I asked Asmodeus to help me defeat a powerful dragon, and he did, giving me the spoils with nothing to himself. I ended up admitting to him that I was actually a guy because I thought he was only helping me with secret intentions.
Asmodeus: - LOL I could tell
Nyx: How?
Asmodeus: secret
Nyx: o.o
Asmodeus: so i have a wife in game already, but you could be my bitch
Nyx: WTF??
Asmodeus: lol jk
Asmodeus: unless
Nyx: How much?
Asmodeus: lol
Nyx: lol
By the end of that conversation, I knew more about him. I knew his real name was Carlos. But I hid this from my friends, and started to play with Asmodeus more and more.
A week or so later, he asked me to be his official wife and divorced the other one, who was also a guy. I accepted. My friends thought it was weird but I convinced them it was all part of the plan.
However, I genuinely was starting to think of Asmodeus as sort of friend. Not a friend like any other, but someone I looked up to and admired.
He began to call me honey in game. Alright, that was roleplay. He asked my number, and in real life, he kept calling me honey and wife. That was less alright, but I didn't find the courage to ask him to stop, and then it sort of grew on me. I began to enjoy it. I looked forward to it. I got hard.
I always submitted to his wishes.
A few months into the marriage, I saw him for the first time. I was reluctant to share pictures because it could ruin what we had, but he insisted. I found out he was an 18-year-old skinny nerd, wore glasses, almost a decade younger than me.
Nyx: you really are 18, right? I don't want to be married to a minor.