I could feel an unwelcome warmth starting between my legs, a slickness that shouldn’t be there, but the fear mixed with something else I didn’t want to name.

  

  

    “Good girl, just like that,” he said, his eyes darkening with obvious lust as he stared at my spread pussy, and he lifted his phone, snapping a quick photo, the flash startling me and making me flinch.

  

  

    He took another one, then a third, capturing every angle.

  

  

    “Now, touch yourself for me—slide your fingers into that tight little pussy and show me how wet you’re getting from this.”

  

  

    “Please, don’t take any more pictures,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, tears finally...