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His face is flushed, eyes darting anywhere but at me. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, letting the silence stretch just a little too long. “Don’t stop on my account, Ty. Looked like you were enjoying the show.” He stands up abruptly, chair scraping back, towering over me now but still looking like a cornered animal. “Get out. Now.” I hold up his iPad like evidence in court. The screen is damning: my OnlyFans dashboard. Username: TylerIsUrGod99. Total spent: $847.32. Every single pay-per-view purchased. Every tip. Every comment.

She shows me everything, and after our solo shoots, we take a few pictures and videos together. She downloads an app onto my phone and laptop, showing me how to perfectly disguise it with an app no one would dare touch. That app is my gateway to the website and my account. “Open a T*****r account, use the same email I used for your OnlyFans.” She instructs me, editing our pictures.

“No! I mean— yes, food, great— but first I have to show you something.” He raised a brow. “What?” “Just come with me, okay?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I grabbed his hand, tugged him up like an overexcited puppy, and ran. I led him all the way to my room and practically threw him into my chair while I booted up the screen. With a grin I couldn’t hold back, I clicked open the file labeled: “VANE: Deluxe Fuckboy Edition 🗃️💣” “I got everything.” I said breathlessly. “The DMs, the sketchy payments, the burner accounts, crypto trails, hotel logs, secret OnlyFans subscriptions— everything.”

followed by the unmistakable sound of phone cameras clicking. I sighed, resisting the urge to turn around and tell them to please stop that. "I got one invitation to join OnlyFans, requests to post more photos than the few I already have up there.” “Are you serious?” Noah asked with shock and disgust clearly written on his face. “What the hell is wrong with people?” “I also have at least…” I took the phone back from him to count them properly, “…yup. Twelve different confessions of love from different guys and even a few girls."

I guess there is no point in me continuing to keep lying. “Alright, fine. I was there, ok. What are you gonna do now? Eat me? Bite me?” He scoffed, standing up straight, and looking down at me. “You do know we don’t pierce our fangs into every living thing with blood.” I chuckled angrily. “Well, evidently my best friend was an exception. He was admitted to the hospital because of you.” He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t do anything! I haven’t even been to that club for a couple of weeks. I just own the place.”

"The publisher is taking this new release very seriously. The platform already spent a lot on offline ads to build hype ahead of time," Samuel said, his expression grim. "I'm going to look into the leak. You need to figure out how you're going to handle this." After he left, I sat there and replayed everything from the beginning. Paige was obsessed with mystery novels. After she met Bryan, it was like a fan finally meeting her idol. She brought him into her videos, drove traffic to him, and kept feeding him opportunities until a guy who hadn't written anything worthwhile in years suddenly turned into a rising online personality.

But before I could fully close it, he stepped forward, his heavy boots thudding on the floor, and the stream cut off abruptly, right in the middle of some viewer’s typed-out moan. Shame twisted in my stomach, mixing with that weird thrill I always got from being caught in something naughty, making my pulse race even faster. He didn’t speak right away, just reached down and picked up the laptop, opening it back up with a calm that made me nervous. He started scrolling through my OnlyFans profile, his finger swiping slow and deliberate, his jaw clenching tighter as he clicked on one of my videos. The sound of my own voice filled the room, low and tinny from the speakers: “Please, sir, let your

Jessica took a step towards her and pulled out her phone, swiping upwards. "You see, I kinda found out that my boyfriend was obsessed with some girl on OnlyFans, so I had someone clone his app for me, you know..." No... Kate took a step back. For each move she made, Jessi covered the distance between them, her eyes sneering. "That's when I discovered that he was even chatting privately with her, paying a fucking huge amount of money for her nudes. First was a video of her fucking a guy, and another was a threesome."

What is this doing on his laptop? I had never told him about my OnlyFans or my work on Sensual. Curiosity and a strange sinking feeling made me tap the app with a shaky hand. It asked for a password. I hesitated, then tried my own name on a whim. It unlocked. My heart started pounding as I scrolled through the profile. The username stared back at me. Vee. The little hamster avatar. The generous tipping history. The private session requests. Everything. My hand flew to my mouth. I took several stumbling steps backward, staring at the screen in disbelief.

He leans in, breath foul. “I’m going to start with your fingers. One knuckle at a time. Slowly. So you can count them as they come off. Then your wrists. Then I’ll peel the skin from your arms in perfect strips, like the way you peel off the petals from a flower. You’ll sing for me long before I reach your shoulders.” He paints every atrocity in exquisite detail—flaying, branding, breaking bones and letting them knit wrong just to break them again. He laughs at the pitch my screams will reach when the silver finally kisses marrow.