Chapter 52 Blackmailed
I can't believe the footage playing in front of my eyes, and I'm literally sick to my fucking stomach.
Hate like I've never felt before brews in my veins and anger takes a hold of me. That motherfucker! The fucking asshole! I pick up a picture of the two of us. It was something at some stupid fucking ball his father was hosting. In the photo he's looking down at me with what looks like love and adoration while I'm smiling happily at the camera.
Lies!
All fucking lies!
I throw the picture at the wall in absolute rage and watch as the glass shatters before it falls to the ground.
I've seen a man being killed right in front of me. I once thought my career may be over because of an ankle injury, and I fucked my boyfriend's brother.
But never once did I feel like my life was falling apart like I do now.
My phone buzzes again with a message and I'm even scared to open it.
But I do. Because I have to know what Ben is really capable of.
This time it's only a text.
Ben: That video will be on every social media page, every porn site available if you say a word to anyone. This is only the beginning my little wifey.
My hands shake so much that the phone falls to the ground.
When did I sign my fate?
That day on my first day of high school when I thought it was a nice, cute boy who talked to me?
Or when I agreed to go on that first date with him? Or the day I said yes to being his girlfriend?
I can't let that video get out. It will put my entire career in jeopardy, too. Nobody will respect me in my field.
Like a martyr I pick up the phone again and open that goddamn video. It's obviously taken the night of the engagement when I was fucking drunk and don't even remember having sex with him.
But in the video I'm naked and on all fours with my head on the pillow and my ass stuck in the air like I want it.
"Do you want me to fuck this pussy again?" Ben's voice is heard, but of course he's not showing his face.
"Yes." I murmur, then he enters me in one go and fucks me hard and fast while I clutch the pillow.
The video is obviously edited, because the next take I'm giving him a sloppy blow job while he's groaning.
I can clearly see that I'm not myself and drunk as fuck, but in the video it all looks very consensual. I even look straight into the camera at one point and smile.
My aunt would kill me if she found out I let a man record me in that position. I still remember her words when I started showing an interest in boys.
"Whatever you do, Madz, no nude pictures, no videos. Understood?"
I want to be petty and reply that his brother's dick is way bigger than his, and I didn't even feel a thing, but what would the consequences to that be?
No, I have to be smart about this. I have to find out what he has on my family before he spirals completely out of control.
And I need to erase all traces of my fucking porn debut.
What was my drunk brain thinking of doing all that? I didn't even want to be with him back then, or was I thinking that I might as well embrace it?
One thing is for sure.
I'm never drinking in the same vicinity as Ben ever again.
Maybe I could go to the police. I never gave consent for the video to be made, and he's threatening to post it. That is definitely a crime.
But I'm sure his father would probably kill the case before he even gets thrown in a prison cell.
I can't even tell Amelia. She was so distraught the other day, I don't want to put this on her.
So I'm yet again on my own now.
I feel like shit the next day after a fitful sleep. And when I open the email that says I've landed the role of Clara, I can't even get myself to feel as excited as I usually do.
All the dancers congratulate me when I get to work and our first official rehearsal day, but inside I feel lifeless.
How is one part of my life coming together, while the other is falling apart?
Simon is practically skipping as he comes to me and kisses me loudly on the cheek.
"You're Clara! And I'm the Prince!" He claps his hands excitedly. "Can you believe it! This is what we were dreaming of in the Academy!"
He's right. This is what I dreamt of when I was a student in the Academy. I dreamt that one day ballets would be composed just for me.
And it will happen, this lead is just one of many.
And I won't let any man take this away from me.