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He immediately brought the important matter at hand to their attention, praying in his heart for their love-filled brains to be distracted from one another, even if only for 5 minutes. Fynn pointed to the large light screen behind him, showing the footage of a… tied-up blonde? Delicate facial features, small frame, long blond hair tied up in pigtails. The petite woman wore fashionable branded clothes, looking like a magazine model in the middle of a shoot. In any other situation, the first thing anyone would think would probably be along the lines of… A BSDM porn video? Fynn, so this was your taste? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) You dawg!

A temporary thrill. The words echo in my head, making me feel incredibly small, incredibly exposed, and deeply texturally inadequate.The minion sees the flash of hurt in my eyes and smirks, feeling victorious.The people shift back, others phones raised higher. "What.. What will you do?" The minion taunt, puffing her chest at me. I take another step closer "How am I home wrecker? For sleeping with a divorced man?" she blinks fast, "He.. He was still married to lady Montana. She was wearing his ring" Another add. People gasps and their projection increase.

The flash made everything look even more obscene. When he was satisfied, he put the phone down and climbed back on top of me, pinning my wrists above my head. “You signed the contract,” he reminded me, voice dark. “But just in case you ever think about backing out… these photos exist now. Beautiful, clear evidence of what a filthy little girl you are for Daddy.” I stared up at him, breathing fast. “You wouldn’t…” I whispered. Damon smiled — slowly, dangerous, and completely in control. “Oh, I would,” he said softly. “If you ever try to leave me, if you ever say no when I want you… these pictures go public. Your friends your family, maybe even online. Everyone will see what a desperate, cum-h

Under the warm light, he looked every bit like a composed, dependable man. Too bad that at this moment, his back was slightly hunched, his fingers flying across the screen so fast they left afterimages. The cold glow of his phone lit his face from below, revealing flushed cheeks and a grin stretched almost to his ears. That expression was more feverish than mine the day my company went public and its stock price skyrocketed. Silently, I opened his profile. His latest post was ten minutes ago. The image showed a recharge receipt from a livestreaming platform: 20,000 dollars in "Starlight Value."

Gambit threw some documents up on the monitor so that we could all see them as well. There were email chains. Offshore accounts. Blackmail. Photos of him in compromising situations, ones that I would never be able to unsee. Solo sexual encounters as well as orgies at parties, clubs, and what looks like private residences. Some of the participants looked suspiciously under the age of consent.

“Our kid’s gonna be evil.” “Don’t put that on my baby.” We settle on something light thats on N*****x from Fear Street and Stranger Things, and I grab popcorn and cookies while he sets up the room. When I walk in, he’s frowning. “What now?” “She posted full frontal nude of me on I*******m.” I sigh. “This girl is insane.” He screenshots everything, sends it to Michael. Michael texts back: Bro, it’s after midnight. What the fuck is going on?