Natalie barely had time to exhale before her phone chimed with a reply. It was as if he had been waiting for this moment.
"You know I’m rich," Ross responded, his tone smug even over text. "I’ve spent millions as one of your crazy fans. Hehehe. I want you." Ross sent a message back, his words dripping with smugness. He wasn’t the real "ShavedButthole"—he was simply using that identity to manipulate and seduce Natalie.
Yet, despite the deception, he had achieved the outcome he desired. Natalie’s stomach churned with disgust as she realized he wasn’t bluffing.
Gritting her teeth, Natalie typed back, "I can’t give you what you want."
"Then get ready for your secrets to go public," Ross shot back, clearly unfazed.
Natalie’s pulse quickened, but she fought to keep her response composed. "I doubt you have any proof that I’m really Pink Barbie."
"Nice try. But let’s see you deny this." Almost immediately, her phone dinged with a new message—an attachment. Hesitantly, she clicked on it, and her heart dropped.
It was a video. The familiar room, the setup she’d carefully arranged, all of it unmistakable. She watched, horrified, as the footage played out, showing her preparing for one of her live sessions. She’d never appeared on camera without a mask, not until everything was set up. But here, in this cursed clip, she was clearly visible, her face unshielded.
Her hands began to shake as she typed, "How did you get this? How is this even possible?"
"Magic," came his smug response. "It was easy to hack your camera. All it took was the right software, a few clicks, and boom—I had access. So, will you keep resisting, or are you going to spread that pussy for me in person?"
Natalie’s breath came fast, her stomach roiling with disgust and helpless anger. She had always taken such care to cover her tracks, using a VPN, a secure setup, her computer camera completely off except during streams. And yet, here she was—her carefully constructed barriers shattered by someone who shouldn’t have been able to reach her.
For a moment, she stared at her phone, a thousand thoughts running through her mind. Maybe she could go to the police. Maybe she could talk to her principal, claim it was all a misunderstanding, some kind of deepfake. But Ross had already hinted at his wealth, his power, and the reach of his twisted obsession. She knew it wouldn’t be enough.
Taking a deep breath, she texted back, hoping to buy herself some time.
"Ross, if you think you can control me like this, you’re wrong. I won’t be your toy, no matter what you have on me."
"Oh, but you will," he replied almost instantly. "I’ve got all the time in the world. And trust me, I’m patient. I can release this video tomorrow, next week, or next month. Doesn’t matter to me. But for you… well, let’s just say, every day that passes will only make it worse."
Natalie clenched her fists, her mind racing for a way out. She would have to fight him, no matter the cost. But as the enormity of her situation began to sink in, she knew this was a battle she might not win easily. And the thought of the lengths she might have to go to survive terrified her.
Natalie stood still, her heart pounding in her chest as the seconds dragged on. She stared at her phone, her mind in chaos as she tried to process everything that had just happened. For what felt like an eternity, she remained silent, unable to form words. Her thoughts were a whirlwind—anger, fear, frustration—each emotion clashing with the next. She could feel the weight of Ross’s manipulation pressing down on her, trying to suffocate her with guilt and pressure.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, she picked up her phone again. Her hand trembled slightly, but she gripped the device with determination. The line connected, and her voice came through sharp, tinged with fury.
"Do it, you fucker! I fucking dare you!," Natalie spat through gritted teeth. "You will never see me bend before you like a bitch! My tight virgin pussy will never be yours! You can dream but you can never know how it would feel like to fuck a pussy like mine! You pathetic piece of shit!"
Her anger was building with each word, and she let it pour out. Growing up in a poor community, Natalie had always been straight to the point. She wasn’t one to hide behind sugar-coated words, and she wasn’t about to let Ross see her crumble. No matter what threats he threw at her, she was determined not to back down.
She had always fought for her independence, and she would do the same now. Today, she had plans. She was going to see her boyfriend and make love with him—her way of asserting control over her own life, of refusing to let Ross’s blackmail consume her.
She would let her boyfriend fuck her until she would go blind in pleasure!
"Still a fighter, huh?" Ross’s voice came through the phone, laced with amusement. "You don’t care if the world knows your secrets, do you? Not even if your precious boyfriend finds out. You think you’re untouchable, holding on to your virginity like it’s some badge of honor. Any man would be a fool to think you’re a low-class slut. Perhaps you’re considering letting your boyfriend fuck you first as a twisted form of retaliation. Smart and beautiful—such a deadly yet perfect combination. It only makes me desire you even more, Pink Barbie. Hmmm… but maybe I can change that. Maybe I can still have you in the end. Maybe… you’ll beg me for something you can’t even imagine."
His voice oozed with arrogance, as though he could predict Natalie’s every move, reading her mind. A wave of disgust washed over her. She wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of breaking her. No matter how cruel his words, she refused to grant him that power. But his next words struck her like a punch to the gut.
"How about this," Ross continued, his voice suddenly more calculated, his tone like a predator toying with its prey. "What if I could cure your sister? What if I could give her the treatment she needs to survive? I have the means to make that happen, but there’s a price, of course. You’ll have to do as I say. You’ll have to be mine. And you’ll have to creative. Hehehe."
The air seemed to leave her lungs as she heard the words. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Her sister... the one who had been fighting cancer for so long. Natalie’s thoughts momentarily froze, the bitterness of Ross’s proposal cutting deep. She had already accepted that her sister was beyond saving, that there was no more hope.
Doctors had said there was nothing they could do, that it was only a matter of time. They’d even held a farewell party for her last month. It was a painful, heartbreaking goodbye, but it felt like the only thing left to do. Natalie had reconciled herself to the loss, bracing for the inevitable.
But now, Ross’s words, slick with promise, opened up a door she thought had already closed. She could barely breathe, her chest tightening as hope began to creep in, something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel for months. The possibility of a cure… Was it even possible? Was it real, or was he just toying with her?
"Lies," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "There’s no cure for cancer. You’re lying."
Her voice trembled, and for the first time, she felt the weight of her emotions crash down on her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she forced herself not to let them fall. She had to stay strong. She couldn’t let Ross see her weaken.
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Ross’s laughter rang through the phone, cruel and triumphant. "Wrong," he said with a cold certainty. "This world may not have a cure, but I do. You can call me a liar if you want, dismiss me as some sick joke. But can you really throw away the one chance you have to save your sister and yet you were too selfish to give it a try? Can you live with yourself if you do? Can you ever forgive yourself if that happens? You can keep fighting, but at the end of the day, it’s all in your hands. So, what’s it going to be? Well, we’re gonna see what happens, aren’t we, Pink Barbie?"
He paused for a moment, letting the silence hang heavy in the air, before his voice came back, mocking and confident. "Just don’t make me wait too long. You’re not the only one with pink tight wet virgin pussy in the world."
The line went silent after that, and Natalie was left staring at the phone in her hand, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear his laughter echoing in the back of her mind, a twisted reminder of the control he now held over her.