Blackmailed by the Bully
“That isn’t fair. Don’t do this. Please. Please don’t do this. It’s blackmail.”
“Aww,” Adam cooed. “That is my best offer. Take it or leave it.
Alice sighed, feeling tears of desperation well up behind her eyes. She slipped back into the seat and stared at the tables dull wooden surface; shoulders slumped.
“Will you show anyone? If I give you the picture—” Alice asked.
“Pictures. Plural. I want more than one,” Adam demanded.
“You won’t show anyone, though, right?” Alice pleaded.
Adam sat back, lacing his hands behind his head and smiled at Alice, watching her struggling with the decision. He seemed to be enjoying himself.