Unholy Happenings In Chats

[witchhouse] Spir senses something unholy happening from the opposite side of her webcamera as she broadcasts herself through Chaturbate. She has been chatting with Charles Rogan for an hour now and she has found herself unable to end the conversation. She has tried, several times, with awkwardly placed LOLs and Oks, ambigious responses to Rogan's declarations of love but then she gets sucked back in when the strange guy brings up an interesting topic like Lizzy dropping from indie chat like a missing Laura Palmer in a cyber Twin Peaks. Rogan reminds her of men she tends to love and leave, men who are only sporadically interesting but intense nevertheless as if their ability to bore her turns into telepathy and they can will her to hate herself. That in and of itself intrigues her more than anything else. This drives her to keep chatting with the guy. Even though he hasn't given her tokens (which she is secretly thankful for, God knows what she'll have to do when he does), she cannot help but keep the conversation going. She feels that Rogan is looking at her face in the streaming broadcast and he is judging her, analyzing her, her moth eaten shirt, her Kellie Waymire-esque facial structure and soon he will have burnt a hole on her webcam and his Rogan willy will be poking her forehead in no time soon.