Название: The Dawn Of Sin
Автор: Valentino Grassetti
Издательство: Tektime S.r.l.s.
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
isbn: 9788835407331
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Guido had to warn his mother that he was going to be late. He put his hand in his pocket to get his mobile phone, but all he could hear was the hard bottoms of the fabric. He tried to find it in his locker, even though he was sure he hadn't left it there. He opened the door, moved books and notebooks, went through the drawers. Nothing. It was the second phone he'd lost in a year. That's quite gratifying. The money he earned from it would have been used as a down payment on a new cell phone.
Dark in the face, closed the cabinet and went back to the computer.
He was ready to write about the incident when a link opened without him touching anything.
He started streaming what appeared to be a pornographic chat. On the screen appeared the soft shapes of a girl soaping her tongue, her small, white hand exploring her thighs, her face cut out of the frame.
Like all teenagers, Guido was particularly attracted to pornographic sites. But he was worried about the chat because it started automatically, as if it were the work of a hacker ready to infect his computer.
He was about to close the link, but that soapy girl had something familiar to him. He focused his gaze on that image: the foam covered the young woman's face, and she
reclined her head back to rinse her face and hair in the shower.
ʺNo. It can't be.ʺ
His heart began beating fast in the centre of her chest.
ʺNo, it can be her.ʺ
The girl was exactly her.
It was Daisy Magnoli.
She watched her classmate wipe the sponge on her slender, perfect hips. She noticed that her pubic hair had been shaved, and that she had mischievously tattooed a butterfly on the left side of her tongue.
He saw the hidden slit, the one that disturbed his nights, glabrous and shiny with water. The bald version of Coulbert's world was right there in front of him.
Guido, excited and confused, had an erection. The situation was absurd, almost unreal. He tried to regain control by trying to stay calm. He wondered who might be the author of that film.
He adjusted his glasses on his nose and clicked the ESC button to reduce the screen. Graphics appeared around the video. He realized it wasn't a pirate link.
"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed, discolouring his face.
The video was broadcast live from a smartphone.
He recognized the number at the bottom of the screen.
It was his cell phone number.
In the locker room, the girls crowded to the far side of the air.
Filippa noticed a small, compact object behind the slits in the aluminium grille.
She would never have noticed it if the vapour condensation on the object hadn't started dripping onto the bench where she had put her things. Filippa never deviated from her habits. That's why he always put his suit, shorts, and volleyball shirt in the same place, folded the same way,
under one of the four air vents in the locker room. She was taking tampons out of her bag when the drip dampened the back of her hand.
She looked up and saw the phone behind the grille, the camera's pitiless eye on the showers.
Daisy grabbed the stool and placed it under the air intake, climbed on it and grabbed the edges of the grille, which came off effortlessly.
Someone had removed the four screws that secured it to the wall. She grabbed the cell phone, version 5 of the Galactic P6. She owned that same model. Her familiarity with the phone's functions helped Daisy to turn the camera off. "Who's the asshole who had fun filming us?" exclaimed Lorena, quickly tucking her blouse in.
"Surely a big bastard or a big son of a bitch” said Filippa who, along with the other girls, had gone behind Daisy's back to get a better look at the phone. The girls were all furious, and they were all consumed with that animosity that comes every time something happens that makes them feel ashamed and embarrassed through no fault of their own.
"Imagine if that bastard had retrieved the cell phone and put it on the net" Lorraine said, imagining disturbing scenarios like ending up in some porn chat room, or in high school kids' cell phones.
"Us walking around naked in the showers… can you believe it? "Tits and asses in the wind for everyone to see. Can you imagine that shit?"
Daisy sat on the bench, grimacing her phone with a grimace of contempt, as if just having it in her hands disgusts her. She looked at the footage with disgust and said, "This is no joke, I'm sure. It looks more like the work of some perverted maniac" she added, "I've got bad news: we were being filmed live.
The panic began to creep up on the girls, even though some of them, underneath it all, got excited at the idea of being
secretly watched. But the more demure ones, and they were the majority, were terrified that the video might go viral. None of them would have the courage to stick their noses out of the house. Daisy reassured them, "If you look closely, you haven't been filmed, so you don't have to worry.
Daisy discoloured her face when she saw who the only girl on film was naked. She hesitated and picked up her cell phone to show her companions the images that were scrolling across the screen.
"See? You're not in any frame. Only… only I'm being filmed. So the fuckin' shit's only on me."
The girls kept quiet. The news lifted them up and they stopped despairing. Their reputation was safe. Some of them kept pretending to care because, anyway, they thought it was right to show sympathy for Daisy. The girl went through the phone menu to find out who it belonged to, assuming it was impossible to trace it back to the owner. No one could be so clueless as to use their phone to perform such an action. Violating privacy was illegal, and in the worst cases, you could even go to jail. Daisy ran her thumb across the screen and read the alphabetically sorted apps: Apps, Calendar, Cinetrailer, Facebook, Games, Weather, Messages…
"Messages. There you go! Now let's see this bastard's texts."
The girls raised the bar.
"Can you tell whose it is?" exclaimed Lorena.
"Wait a second. Here we go. Yeah. I got it." Daisy said, noting that under ʺmessagesʺ there were dozens of texts. She read the most recent ones feverishly.
Hello beast! I'll expect you tonight at nine. I'll bring the beer, you bring the girls! Oh, sorry. I always forget you're a queer. That means I'll settle for beer. Don't be late!
Good morning, Mr. Director. I hope the article it's fine. Otherwise, I'll replace it with a piece of news.
Manuel, I have a review tomorrow. Could I borrow your French dictionary?
Daisy read more messages. With each line, she felt the tears in her eyes rise.
"Well? Did you find something?"
Daisy couldn't respond quickly enough.
"I don't think… I don't…" she slurred, each syllable a painful lament.
"Daisy, are you all right?" СКАЧАТЬ