***Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of s****l aggression and intimidation.***
I choked on air.
No.
No, no, no!
That wasn’t me. It couldn’t be me!
I shut my eyes, refusing to look at the screen. I made a pathetic attempt to shake my head in denial, but he held me pinned against the wall and the movement sent a jolt of pain through my arm.
"N... no," I croaked. "That’s not me. That’s not f*****g me!"
"I know," he replied with a breezy little chuckle. "Amazing what you can get someone to do on Fiverr, right? Looks just like you though. Bet no one would ever be able to tell the difference."
My stomach sank and I felt his hold on me slacken.
He knew. He knew it was fake. And yet… he had it. He had it and he had me.
"Y...you can’t—" I tried to breathe, tried to focus.
