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I turned the screen toward her. “Here,” I said. “Watch.” The video started playing. The sound of waves mixed with our moans and how Leo’s strong body moved over mine with my legs wrapped around him. The moonlight showed everything clearly, his kisses on my neck, the way my back arched in pleasure, the passion between us. Caroline’s eyes widened and her face went pale. She stared at the screen like she could not believe it. Her hands started shaking. That’s fake,” she whispered, it has to be he wouldn’t—”

Brooke was slowly taking the nerd’s cock into her mouth, sucking it like a pro while he groaned loudly. He was so lost in pleasure that he didn’t even grab her head to guide her. She did everything herself, taking him deep, choking on his thick shaft while he just moaned like an idiot. “Fuck,” I cursed, nearly losing focus on the camera as I stroked my own cock. Brooke’s slutty eyes stayed locked on me the whole time. Her black mascara was already running down her cheeks as she coughed and gagged. She fucking loved choking on dick.

BROOKE “I’m going to call a friend of mine that works at the bank and doubles as a dark web hacker. He’ll get all the money of yours that your mom has locked away into your personal account, and then I’ll put you on a jet to embark on a new adventure that you have complete control of,” he said as he dailed away on his phone. For a lack of words, I let fresh tears stream down my cheeks, muttering my gratitude to him and choking on the words as I cried harder.

I whispered. He reached over and took my hand, bringing my knuckles to his mouth. "I know you didn't do that, lynn. Your camera has gone missing, right?" The blood drained from my face. "Yeah," I whispered. "Who would do something like that?! It's sick!" "Brooke," he growled. "She stole your camera somehow and created a fake online profile for you, using your photos to bait and lure in minors. Then she got the security camera footage from the parking lot where you two fought. She's pressing full charges against you for assault."

“Listen to a liar? No, I’m done listening to you. I’m done being fooled by all men!” “Brooke, please understand, I didn’t tell you the truth because I wanted you to get to know me. The real me – not the fiancé of a Robin Pierpont. Believe me, they are two different people.” “Believe you?” She laughed forcefully. “There you go with that believe me crap. But I’m never going to trust you again, Mr. Monroe.”

I immediately grabbed the officiant's microphone and shouted, "This video's fake! Everyone, don't believe it! This is an AI-generated deepfake video! I trust Isaac, and he would never do anything to betray me! This is fake!" Then, I said to Isaac, "Call the police right now! Whoever did this needs to be arrested immediately!"

"You're never down, you're always happy! You should be screwed up. You should be the bitch, not me. So much has happened to you yet you're still happy and you seem like there's nothing wrong! How do you do it?" Brooke looked at Kimberly and sighed. "I don't do it," she said simply. "I pretend. I fake everything. I bottle it up and eventually I explode. Wait- don't tell Harry I said that." "He knows what you're like, Brooke," Indianna said softly and took Brooke's hand. "Doesn't mean I want to admit it," Brooke mumbled and ate some more popcorn. "Do you want to join us, Kimberly?" Indianna asked.

She moans, "I have to share mine." Brooke is everything I expected and more. She loves having a cock in her mouth and moans when I cum all over her tongue. I first lick the trimmed brown hair around her lovely pussy, 'till she blasts all over my face. She holds her legs back, her pussy open and needy. "Fuck me, Jim."

Her face wasn't soft; it was clinical. "It’s a loop, Daddy," she said. "What do you mean, peanut?" "The video of the lady with the pear. Look at her eyes." Julian knelt beside the Mayor and peered at the screen. The woman was beautiful, the resolution perfect. But as she bit into the fruit, her pupils didn't dilate. Her blink rate was a perfect, rhythmic 4.0 seconds. "It’s a deep-fake," Julian whispered, a cold realization washing over him. "The 'Wellness Zones' aren't sanctuaries. They’re rendering farms. They’re using the people they captured to generate the content to lure the ones they haven't."

My mother used AI to put on my wedding: a paid-off house, a Mercedes, a hundred thousand dollars betrothal gift for my fiancée. Not one thing missing. "I got you everything the Fosters asked for, and you still won't go through with it. What exactly are you scheming?" I sent her a screenshot of my bank balance. Eight thousand and change. "Mom, an AI can't do any of that. I haven't received a thing." She fired back a screenshot of her conversation with the chatbot. In it, she'd typed: "Buy my oldest son a house outright, get him a Mercedes, and send a hundred thousand dollars for the marriage settlement." The AI had answered: "All set. The home purchase, the vehicle payment, and the hund