Amelia hands over a special phone to someone fearless enough to wield its power. When connected, this device allows the owner to completely dominate the wearer of the headphones and earpods. Jude, a quiet boy often targeted by bullies, was nearing a complete meltdown. Amelia intervened just in time, offering him an ideal way to release his pent-up anger and frustration. Classmates, fit runners after a run, and even a cosplay convention, follow the team as they try to stop Jude’s rampage with the artefact.
Jude covered his face and pleaded with the bullies to stop attacking him.
Jude: stop please! please..arghhh!
Matthew : hahaha…you damm sissy!
Fu : You gu-niang la…hahah
Charmaine : haha…enough la, guys. Look at him…hahah…
Jude, his top torn and contents of the bag spilled all over the floor, tried to reach for his phone. The screen already has a series of cracks but before he could get to it, Vijay stomped on it with his heels with a sickening crunch.
Vijay : you fucking cunt, huh…take picture of my girlfriend…huh? look in the mirror la, you think she will like you?
Leaning against the wall a few metres away, was a pretty and trendy girl, Lisa.
Lisa stood with an air of effortless confidence, her glossy black hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. She wore a fitted crop top that hugged her curves just right, paired with a high-waisted skirt that accentuated her long, toned legs. Her outfit was always a topic of whispered conversations in the lecture halls in Singapore Polytechnic, and today was no exception. The way she leaned casually against the wall, one leg slightly bent, looked like she’s ready for a photoshoot.
Her almond-shaped eyes flicked toward the commotion with mild interest, her crimson lips curving into a faint smirk, like that ‘chao ah lian’ who thinks she’s the next up and coming influencer.
Lisa : are you guys done? can we go?
Everyone stopped what they were doing.
Lisa had that effect—her presence was magnetic, impossible to ignore. Her words command attention. Even in the midst of chaos, she exuded an aura of calm control, as if she were above it all.
Jude looked at the girl he just secretly took a picture of.
Jude’s heart raced as his eyes lingered on Lisa, her beauty almost blinding. She was everything he wasn’t—graceful, confident, effortlessly perfect. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, the familiar sting of shame burning beneath his acne-ridden skin. He quickly looked away, his gaze dropping to the shattered remains of his phone on the floor.
He knew he didn’t belong in her world. How could he? He was a mess—his too-tight shirt clung awkwardly to his round frame, and his hair, greasy and unkempt, stuck out in all directions. He could still hear the echoes of their laughter from primary school, the taunts about his weight, his face, his everything. Lisa was a goddess; he was just… Jude.
But for a moment, he let himself imagine what it would be like to stand beside her, to have her look at him with something other than indifference or pity. The thought was intoxicating, but it only lasted a second before reality crashed back in. He clenched his fists, the anger bubbling up again, not just at the bullies but at himself for even daring to dream.
The beautiful image of standing beside her changed to a darker one. He imagined ripping her top off, he thought of pulling her bra off her body till it stretches and deform. He saw himself face fucking Lisa’s privates with his face, biting, licking and slurping against her vagina.
As for the classmates taunting and hitting him, he imagined a scenario far worse than death itself.
Lisa : are we done Vijay? It’s just a picture…
Vijay : Hellow! he take picture of you, means he disrespect me! and look! He took it on the escalator, just a bit more and it’s an upskirt already!
Lisa : I’m hungry…
Vijay : Later feed you banana you want? hahah..
Lisa : Tsk…
She rolled her eyes and began walking away.
The guys decided to give Jude a few final stomp with their feet before catching up to Lisa.
Charmaine, one of the last to leave the scene shook her head with both disgust and pity. There’s some scratches and blood on Jude’s face, not from the attacks, but from his burst acne.
Charmaine : I happen to have something, really good for blood.hehhe..
Charmaine took out a sanitary pad and handed it to Jude while chuckling. She got up and ran after her friends, her short flared skirt bouncing off her hips and flashing her underwear to everyone who is interested.
Jude’s fingers clenched tightly around the sanitary pad. He was shaking uncontrollably with rage. Jude immediately took deep breaths to try and calm himself down. That was what he does whenever he gets angry.
Just take deep breaths. Everything will get better after a while. The anger will pass.
He ripped the wrapper of the sanitary napkin with a fierce urgency, unfolding it with shaking hands. Pressing his mouth against the soft, absorbent surface, he unleashed a primal scream, pouring all his pent-up rage and frustration into it, as if trying to tear a hole through his own despair.
Jude : MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMH!
As he screamed into the pad, a beautiful woman walked down the alleyway.
Amelia gracefully lowered herself in front of Jude, causing him to freeze in place. He was captivated by her beauty. Although he could sense she wasn’t particularly young, her appearance was stunning—an ageless beauty that seemed to deepen the longer he gazed at her. She wore a sleeveless one-piece dress made of a material similar to activewear. Her figure was striking, and the combination of white socks and sneakers gave her an innocent schoolgirl aura, contrasting with her more mature appearance. Initially, Jude guessed she might be in her 30s, but within seconds, he revised his estimate to her 20s, and moments later, he thought she could be just 18. She was truly that enchanting.
Amelia : hi!
Jude : h..h….hi…
Amelia : I think you need a new phone…
Amelia pointed at the broken phone on the floor and handed Jude a new one. Unlike contemporary phones, which typically have glass, plastic, or aluminum casings, this phone was unique. Its body was crafted entirely from wood. Although the screen resembled that of a regular phone, its interface felt like scrolling through a bamboo scroll.
Jude : p…phone? you’re giving me a phone?
Amelia : I know how you feel…and i know you need an outlet for your frustration…
Jude : I…i do?
Jude may not know who the woman was, but speaking to her, felt like he was getting hypnotised. He just want to agree with everything she says.
Amelia : come…i’ll show you how to use it? mmmh?
Amelia reached out for Jude’s hand and he took it.
Jude could not remember what happened after that, by the time he snapped back to his consciousness, he finds himself at a bus stop. It was late at night, the bus that just rolled past him flashed the notice ‘Last bus’
His torn top was gone, he was wearing another top that didn’t belonged to him.
Turning to his left, he felt his heart jolt when he saw Charmaine walking away from the bus stop towards her home.
Jude followed her, unaware that he was clutching the phone in his left hand.
He closed the distance and it seemed as if his body knew what to do.
Holding up the phone, he pointed the camera at Charmaine and the screen revealed the bluetooth ID of the earpods Charmaine was wearing.
Jude clicked ‘pair’ and he heard a wooden click.
Charmaine stopped walking.
She just stopped in the middle of the sheltered linkway.
One moment she was listening to her favourite BTS hits, the next moment, she just froze. Like a switch had been flicked. The artefact bypassed all needs of encryption and approvals for pairing, it didn’t need permission from the victims to control them, it certainly did not need computer codes to allow it to do what it wants to.
Jude held the phone to his lips and while he could not explain why, he could feel this rising excitement.
Jude : turn around…
Slowly, mechanically, Charmaine pivoted on her heels until she faced him. Her eyes were wide, unblinking, but there was no recognition in them—just a blank stare. Jude felt a strange mix of exhilaration and fear as he realized the power he now held. Jude looked around the quiet street, he could not remember how he got there of what he had done since he met Amelia. He just felt this rising sense of excitement in his gut.
Jude : rub your breast…
Charmaine rubbed her breast with both hands and Jude laughed.
He looked around to make sure the streets are empty before speaking into the phone again.
Jude : lift…lift up your top…show me your bra…
Charmaine’s fingers delicately traced the hem of her snug, cropped top before gently tugging it away from her taut, well-defined stomach, flashing her bra at Jude.
Jude : hahaha…hahah…good..good…now…take off your panty…
Charmaine’s hands moved without hesitation, sliding beneath the hem of her flared skirt. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she pulled them down, stepping out of them one leg at a time. She held the fabric limply in her hand, her expression still vacant, as if she were nothing more than a puppet on invisible strings.
Jude : hahha…HAHAHHAAH…HAHHA…
He glanced around nervously, but the sheltered linkway was empty except for the two of them.
Jude : put it in your mouth…suck onto it…make it wet…
Jude spoke into the phone.
Charmaine obeyed without question, lifting the underwear to her lips and sliding it into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on the fabric, her eyes still locked on Jude with that eerie blankness.
Jude let out a chuckle, a dry, eerie whisper of a laugh that seemed to suck the warmth from the street. It was a soundless gasp that sent shivers down the spine of anyone watching, like watching a victim of an asthma attack choke on his own breath.
Jude : gasp…gasp! Gasp!…heheh..gasp!…Charmaine…oh Charmaine…gasp!…gasp! heheh…
Jude decided the middle of a sheltered walkway was too open for more fun and his eyes went to a nearby bin centre.
Jude : We’re going to have some…private time together Charmaine…heheh…gasp!…eheheh…
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