Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

naked in the video, both of us having moved out of sight when
it fell to the floor, but it had clearly kept recording.
My DMs were piling up, and I knew I shouldn’t open
them, but I hadn’t been allowed out all day. The phone
downstairs and my parents’ cells had been going crazy, and I
knew it was bad, but I didn’t know how bad for me.
I clicked, VoiceOver reading the first one:
You look like a good time, and I could use one
right now.
I clenched my teeth, clicking another and holding it to my
ear.
So, Damon gives good D, huh? He has a thing
for the blind, deaf, and dumb chicks. Close your
eyes, plug your ears, and spread your legs,
baby.
GGod, why were they doing this? My head was splitting,
and I cried harder. I didn’t know I was being recorded. It was
private. It wasn’t like that.
Nasty, skanky slut. How much dick do you have
to blow to get anyone to love you? You should
kill yourself.
Most of it seemed to come from accounts I didn’t
recognize, and the tears came so hard that no sound came out.
I wanted to die. He used me. He did this all for a kick. He did
this to me, because he got off on it?
The whole time. The past two years. The dancing, the car,
the motorcycle, the janitor’s closet, the theater, the fountain in