Emma
Staring at my phone in disbelief, my heart begins to beat so hard in my chest it feels as though it wants to rip open.
My hands are shaking as I watch the video.
A low moan emerges from my phone’s speakers and that becomes the soundtrack to the room.
My face is on the screen, flushed with pleasure, legs splayed. I know this scene and everything about it.
I recall how I dreamed about Knox f*****g me while using the dildo.
I thought everything was cool, thinking I was safe in the four walls of my room. Unknown to me that I was being watched.
Did Knox place a camera in my room to spy on me?
“Bastard! That son of a b***h!” I mutter under my breath.
I’m furious. Since when did he get the footage?
Are there more from where this came from?
Well, I know he once stormed into my o
