Blackmailed by the Bully

Alice sat in front of her full-length mirror staring through her reflection. She was so deep in thought she failed to notice the clock ticking away precious minutes. Now 9:36pm, she had less than half an hour to take and send the pictures. With a shaky hand, Alice reapplied her makeup. She told herself it wasn’t to impress him but to mask her identity under a thick coat of foundation, blush and lipstick. A final coat of plumping gloss and Alice smacked her lips together, checking out her handiwork in the mirror. She had to admit she looked good. ‘Too good for that prick,’ she sighed in

Alice had thought a lot about what Adam would ask for next. The logical conclusion was he would ask for fully naked pictures. In her head, Alice had already decided that was what he’d ask for. All that was left to do was wait for the inevitable text message. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t taken nudes before, but she had always been careful to keep any defining features and her face obscured. Maybe Adam would let her do the same. If she asked nicely. Why did he need to see her face anyway? When the text arrived and read simply, “Come to my house after school tomorrow,” Alice had to stare at it for a moment as the message sunk in. 

When Alice woke up, she felt a little better about her situation, weirdly, considering the position she was in. At least she now knew Adam was using the pictures for “personal use” and not for plastering over the internet like a bitch. While it was creepy to think about it, it was also a compliment. Her ex used to look at porn all the time and it made Alice feel like she wasn’t attractive enough. Now she was the porn. Even though she was being forced and putting herself completely at the mercy of another person, something about having him look at her that way felt almost empowering. She was almost excited about taking nude pictures. As weird as that was to admit. Looking over at her phone, Alic

When Alice woke up her mouth felt as though she’d spent the prior evening eating mouthfuls of sand followed up with bleach chasers. As the haziness in her brain subsided the memories came flooding in, filling every corner of her mind and making her feel somewhat nauseous. ‘I sucked his dick,’ she thought. The strangest thing about it was how guilty she felt. It wasn’t as if she had a boyfriend anymore, and even if she did… he was a cheating scumbag. Adam was only a year or so younger so she was fine on that front too… the age gap might seem odd now but when he was 30 and she was 31 it wouldn’t be significant enough to even class as a gap. It was the inherent seediness

Alice was sitting in an English lesson when she received the dreaded message. “At 11am you will call me for phone sex.” ‘Phone sex??!!’ Alice cried internally. ‘I can’t have phone sex! What even is phone sex?’ 11am was break time at Adam’s school. Alice knew this since she’d gone to the same place before deciding to give it up in favour of the local college. Her school offered the same choices, but something about going to college made her feel grown-up. Independent.