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This is really happening, and fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m naked.

Chad is Ryan 11.

Ryan 11:Now, I want to fuck you even more.

NINE

Billie

The white swirlypatterns on the plaster of the ceiling in my room blur together in one haze as I lay on my bed, getting lost in the nothingness of my doom.

I’ve been numb all day.

It’s nearly eight, and I’m still in a semi-catatonic state.

The sordid, horrific memory of last night is stuck in my mind like a contagious disease.

Of course, I couldn’t go to school today. No way was I going in to face the beast who has managed to turn my already disjointed world inside out.

I called in with a cold which I’m hoping will cover me for two days.

I also had to call Mom and speak to her, asking if she could call the school to verify my excuse.

Thankfully, because she’s eager to get back in my good books, she was quick to agree.

No matter what I’ve done today I just can’t seem to shake last night from my mind.

I keep seeing Chad’s face with that wicked grin plastered on it looming before me.

I can’t believe what he did to me and before I could question him, the asshole cut the connection a heartbeat after he messaged his last desire to fuck me.

Now I’m left wondering what he’s going to do to me.

I’m not working tonight, so he’s already screwed with my income. I couldn’t take the risk that he would come on the site, and I’d see him. I’m not allowed to ignore a client once they connect with me. That’s one of the top rules. Whoever comes online first, gets me.

And he did get me.

My God, he made me touch myself, and I’m the fool because I was already thinking of him. As if I’m not disgusting enough as it is.

What now, though?

What the hell is he playing at?

And did he know what I was doing? How the fuck did he find out I was on that site?

Of all the people to find out such a secret, it had to be him.

Will he tell everyone?

Why wouldn’t he?

I played with fire, so of course, I’m going to get burned to a crisp. I shouldn’t have told Principal Kolyav about the drugs. I was in over my head and should have taken Isabelle’s advice.

I just didn’t want to roll over and play dead when I’m already down in the dumps.

Now, look at me. I’ll have to go back to that school, and if Chad told people about my extracurricular activities, I don’t know what I’ll do.

You can only access my images and profile if you’re a member, but that won’t stop him from telling his asshole friends to sign up so they can see me and then destroy me.

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