Jenna:
"You’re breaking your promise," my voice cracked as I complained, my hands itching to reach over and grab the phone out of his hands.
"Okay, okay, I think you’re right. That’s really mean of me," he pouted, lowering his hands while my eyes remained fixed on his phone.
"I’ll just delete it," he said.
I smiled, placing a hand on my chest.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had smiled like that.
And it was sickening that I was smiling because I thought he was going to delete my nudes and porn videos.
Then he began doing something on his phone and bit his tongue.
"Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no," he repeated, pacing in circles while my heart started to thump louder than before.
"What? Oh, what is going on now?" I asked.
"Oh no. I was watching the video one last time, and I accidentally sent it to someone."
As he said that, the panic started to leave my body because I remembered he had done the same thing just a few hours ago.
"It’s not funny," I said in a broken voice as tears slipped from my eyes.
"Who said it is?" he replied. "I accidentally sent it to that secretary."
The minute he turned the screen toward me, I saw it.
He had indeed sent it to that secretary.
"You did send the video to her—" I said, reaching for the phone to grab it, but he pulled his hand away.
"Well, it was a mistake. You got me all nervous with all the screaming and crying," he pouted, shaking his head as he showed me the screen, looked back at it, then showed it to me again.
"No, you did it on purpose," I said, pointing at him.
"Why? Why would you do that?" I cried, reaching over and grabbing his collar.
"Hey, calm down. It’s not like I did it on purpose. Instead of grabbing my collar, you should go and grab her phone. I’m pretty sure she’ll help you. Isn’t she the kind who acts like she’s too sweet? Huh?" he asked, pouting as he grabbed my wrists and forced my hands down.
"No, I will not leave. Not until I kill you!" I yelled.
But before I could even reach for his neck, he grabbed my arm, twisted it around, and leaned in from behind to whisper in my ear.
"Don’t fucking test my patience. Because the next person I’ll send it to will be Alpha King Ragnar. Then I’ll send it to your father, your mother, and everyone else. And you better believe I’ll send the screenshots to your father first so that man can see his daughter’s body."
It was as if he had killed me right then and there.
Just the thought of what he was threatening to do filled me with despair.
What daughter would want her father to see her doing such disgusting things?
I broke down, and he shoved me away from him.
"Now go and get those videos deleted. But remember, if either of you complains, the videos are going out," he said before gesturing with his hand for me to leave.
Well, like he said, I had to hurry.
I started sprinting as fast as I could.



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