“You let me fuck you, and I’ll give you back your camera,” Zane offered. Alaia fought back, but he pinned her hands, his eyes soulless.
He dropped $100,000 on the table, knowing her mother’s hospital bills were due. Then he revealed another option: compromising photos of her friend kissing a married man.
“You’ll get these photos and 100K if you let me fuck you,” he said. The choice was clear. Her mother would live, her uncle’s company would be saved, and the cost would be her virginity.
