The torment continued until late that night.
I stared at the final message from the blackmailer.
Unknown Sender: Transfer the money now, or the video goes public.
Just then, my bedroom door slowly opened. Mom walked in carrying a steaming bowl of soup.
She sat beside me on the bed and gently touched my face.
"Lena... You've seemed completely lost these past couple of days. If something's wrong, tell me. We'll figure it out together."
The concern in her eyes shattered the last bit of strength I had left. I threw myself into her arms and burst into tears. Everything came pouring out.
I didn't tell her every humiliating detail. I left out the overwhelming sensations from the suit.
Instead, I told her Scott had mistaken me for a lifelike doll and touched me while believing I wasn't a r
