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Maxxx8U: I want to see you bleed.

Maxxx8U: I want to see you dripping blood and nectar down those sweet thighs.

The queasy warmth in my stomach shifts to ice. The premium question rose to the top of the chat and was guaranteed to get him an answer despite the way my gorge rises.

A few more months of this and I’ll be able to get my debts paid down.

The credit cards, the loans… I might even be able to afford to start my own veterinarian practice in the near future. In order to get the time to do all that, I need cash.

I need to answer horrible questions like this one.

A notification pings with a request for a private room, fromMaxxx8U.

I barely blink before declining the notification, even though it would be an easy 300 bucks.

“I don’t want anything. Maybe it’s not the night for a flogger. There are other toys we canallenjoy.”

I set down the whip and reach for one of my vibrators instead, a massive purple beast with two heads that work in tandem.

The computer dings again and another premium question rises to the top, from the same user.

Maxxx8U: You want money? 25,000 right now to slice your slit with a kitchen knife.

Maxxx8U: Accept the private room.

Maxxx8U: Now.

The notification pings again and I decline it just as fast, my fingers trembling. This isn’t one of the usual men trying their best to figure out who I am. This isn’t personal. This is vile.

I cluck my tongue and move to the chair, sliding down the back and widening my legs with the vibrator on and poised above my belly button.

“There’s no waterworks or blood play on my channel, sweetheart,” I force myself to say. “I don’t want money for that. Sorry.”

The tip totals are fine. I don’t need this dude to threaten me, no matter how much he offers.

The computer dings and when I glance over, I see the $25,000 tip show up in the chat. Right there, large as day. The bottom drops out from underneath me and I lose my grip on the vibrator.

The head of the rotating purple cock bounces off my knee.

I fumble to retrieve the thing. “Ah, sorry about that.” I clear my throat. “While I appreciate you sending so much,Maxxx8U, I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline it all, honey. It’s bad business practice to maim the moneymaker, don’t you think?”

My voice trembles and I wait for the others in the chat to come to my defense. A few of them do right off the bat, claiming the guy is a sick psychopath.

Still, others are curious.

It’s too early for me to breathe a sigh of relief.

“I’ll refund you,” I whisper.

Maxxx8U: Don’t you dare refund. Slice your slit or you’ll be sorry.I can make you pay.

Okay, now, this is getting ridiculous. Terror rises up sharp inside of me and drags its claws down my bones. This goes beyond simply deflecting the questions. This is serious money and a life altering situation.

Maxxx8U: I’ll come for you if you don’t do as you're told, stupid girl.

Maxxx8U: You be good and accept it. No one tells me no. No one.

Maxxx8U: I’ll find you. It will take time, but I can track you down.

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