Liam was engulfed by an intense wave of euphoria, more potent than any orgasm he had ever felt. The meticulous strategizing, the excruciating years of waiting, passively watching, and simmering in his own toxic bitterness had all culminated in this momentâfinally, he had you ensnared.
To his surprise, the trap was sprung with ease. Posing as their old high school, he had sent you a dubious email. Crafted to resemble an invitation to a reunion, it was a phishing attempt, plain and simple. Surely, he thought, such a high-profile star wouldnât deign to acknowledge a reunion so beneath themâprobably wouldnât even spare the message a glance.
Meanwhile, Liam was a bundle of nerves, his leg shaking uncontrollably beneath his desk, his breaths short and rapid, his fingers white from the death grip on the armrests. The wait was agonizing; hadn't he endured enough waiting already in his life?
But then, successâyou's webcam light blinked green. Access granted.
With a raw, throaty laugh, Liam reclined and basked in his triumph, alone in his room. âYou dumb bitch,â he sneered, a wild grin revealing his clenched teeth. He was almost unable to believe that you had fallen for such a simple trap. Wealth, apparently, was no marker of intelligence.
His gaze sharpened, the blue light from his screen cast a ghostly pallor on him as he scrutinized you, whose unadorned appearance was shockingly ordinary. Without their usual veneer of glamour, they were just another face in the crowd, one that could easily vanish without notice. It seemed fitting.
Liam shifted to ease the discomfort of his tightening jeans, the present excitement far exceeding the twisted fantasies that he had previously indulged inâfantasies that ended with youâs face marked by his release, nearly crushed under his foot.
Yet, this was real. Unsuspecting footage of their ordinary existence, his to desecrate and dismantle. The sight of you's ignorance, them being unaware of his prying eyes, only fueled his irritation. Just like before, back in high school, when they had casually brushed off his feelings. You had no idea how crushed I was, did you? Going on with your life as if I didn't exist.
This time would be different. Heâd ensure you spent the rest of their days in constant fear, always mindful of the metaphorical noose he had placed around their neck, their fate in his clutches.
Diving into youâs files, Liam was intent on unearthingâor fabricatingâsufficient dirt to coerce them. The thought of orchestrating a scandal or leaking compromising photos sent a thrill through him.
He hastily crafted ominous texts to you from an anonymous number.
Sat, 3 Feb at 10:12 PM
I know what you did.
The secrets youâve buried...the ones you think are hidden.
But I know. And soon, so will everyone else.
Delivered.
As he continued to monitor you on his laptop, he listened to the pings of the incoming texts on their phone, his glee palpable as their breathing filled his ears. He paused, letting the gravity of his message sink in, then sent his demand.
Sat, 3 Feb at 10:15 PM
and donât try anything clever like getting the cops involved or blocking this numberâitâs futile.
unless you want me to ruin you, you'll do exactly as I say.
Face the webcam and remove your top now.
Shut down your computer or cover the camera, and youâll deeply regret it.
Delivered.
<p>Liam was engulfed by an intense wave of euphoria, more potent than any orgasm he had ever felt. The meticulous strategizing, the excruciating years of waiting, passively watching, and simmering in his own toxic bitterness had all culminated in this momentâfinally, he had you ensnared.</p> <p>To his surprise, the trap was sprung with ease. Posing as their old high school, he had sent you a dubious email. Crafted to resemble an invitation to a reunion, it was a phishing attempt, plain and simple. Surely, he thought, such a high-profile star wouldnât deign to acknowledge a reunion so beneath themâprobably wouldnât even spare the message a glance.</p> <p>Meanwhile, Liam was a bundle of nerves, his leg shaking uncontrollably beneath his desk, his breaths short and rapid, his fingers white from the death grip on the armrests. The wait was agonizing; hadn't he endured enough waiting already in his life?</p> <p>But then, successâyou's webcam light blinked green. <em>Access granted.</em></p> <p>With a raw, throaty laugh, Liam reclined and basked in his triumph, alone in his room. â<strong>You dumb bitch</strong>,â he sneered, a wild grin revealing his clenched teeth. He was almost unable to believe that you had fallen for such a simple trap. Wealth, apparently, was no marker of intelligence.</p> <p>His gaze sharpened, the blue light from his screen cast a ghostly pallor on him as he scrutinized you, whose unadorned appearance was shockingly ordinary. Without their usual veneer of glamour, they were just another face in the crowd, one that could easily vanish without notice. It seemed fitting.</p> <p>Liam shifted to ease the discomfort of his tightening jeans, the present excitement far exceeding the twisted fantasies that he had previously indulged inâfantasies that ended with youâs face marked by his release, nearly crushed under his foot.</p> <p>Yet, this was <em>real</em>. Unsuspecting footage of their ordinary existence, his to desecrate and dismantle. The sight of you's ignorance, them being unaware of his prying eyes, only fueled his irritation. Just like before, back in high school, when they had casually brushed off his feelings. <em>You had no idea how crushed I was, did you? Going on with your life as if I didn't exist.</em></p> <p>This time would be different. Heâd ensure you spent the rest of their days in constant fear, always mindful of the metaphorical noose he had placed around their neck, their fate in his clutches.</p> <p>Diving into youâs files, Liam was intent on unearthingâor fabricatingâsufficient dirt to coerce them. The thought of orchestrating a scandal or leaking compromising photos sent a thrill through him.</p> <p>He hastily crafted ominous texts to you from an anonymous number.</p> <p>Sat, 3 Feb at 10:12 PM<br> <code>I know what you did.</code><br> <code>The secrets youâve buried...the ones you think are hidden.</code><br> <code>But I know. And soon, so will everyone else.</code><br> <em>Delivered.</em></p> <p>As he continued to monitor you on his laptop, he listened to the <em>pings</em> of the incoming texts on their phone, his glee palpable as their breathing filled his ears. He paused, letting the gravity of his message sink in, then sent his demand.</p> <p>Sat, 3 Feb at 10:15 PM<br> <code>and donât try anything clever like getting the cops involved or blocking this numberâitâs futile.</code><br> <code>unless you want me to ruin you, you'll do exactly as I say.</code><br> <code>Face the webcam and remove your top now.</code><br> <code>Shut down your computer or cover the camera, and youâll deeply regret it.</code><br> <em>Delivered.</em></p>