A few days passed and the weekend finally came. I lazily rolled around in my bed Saturday morning putzing around on my phone. Opening up TikTok, I saw that I had an abnormal amount of notifications. People would often respond to my comments, both good and bad, but I had over 70 which dwarfed the usual 3 to 5.
[@KyleTheWise Is this a scam?]
[Make this turd kill himself @KyleTheWise!]
[@KyleTheWise Liberal witchcraft! I love it!]
[How do we find where @KyleTheWise lives?!]
So many of the same but they made no sense. They were all in response to a comment I made a couple days ago on that hot guy's video talking about how America isn't racist.
I went back to my comment and saw the massive string of replies as well as a video response from the OP. I timidly clicked it.
The video was his most recent. He hadn't posted anything since that last video apparently. There was no audio, but he had typed out captions for it. I wasn't reading the words though at first as I was too drawn into his face. He looked thinner. Eyes were puffy like he had been crying for hours.
I realized the video wasn't muted as there were lip smacking sounds coming from this guy as he lipped words but he wasn't speaking. My comment was tagged up top on the video so everyone could see it was a response to my account.
I restarted the video to read the captions. The read as follows:
[I don't know what you did or how you did it, but Kyle, please. Please reverse it. Please! I can't speak. I can't fucking speak! I've gone to 4 doctors already and none of them know what's wrong. I'm sorry for what I said. I'm sorry! Please!! PLEASE KYLE!!]
By the end of the video, fresh tears were pouring down his face.
It began to replay as I stared, disbelievingly at the phone. There's no way this was real, obviously. This twat was trying to play the victim after his last video got so many negative comments, I'm sure. Odd strategy though, to try and get people to think I magically made him stop talking or something. Idiot.
I went to the comments. They aligned with the notifications I saw earlier, most also calling his bluff. But some people were telling me to make him do other things. They ranged from funny, erotic, or murderous. Gotta love an anonymous internet.
The erotic ones stayed with me though. I couldn't help but chub up a bit thinking about a fantasy scenario like this. My newly-formed hard on took over control of my brain as I began typing.