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"I wake up on the bathroom floor with a hangover. I try to remember what happened at the party last night. I came home, I ate something and I put my phone on the charger since my battery was empty. I don't find my phone, I start to panic and run around the house, I finally find my phone in the kitchen. I sit on my bed and scroll trough my pictures from last night. At the party I gave blowjobs to anyone who wanted to bust into my mouth. I feel dread, I hope none of these pictures went online. I would lose everything in my life if that happened. I open my messages and I see a lot of deleted messages to AJax yup like the dish soap., only one is left I start to panic AJax yup like the dish soap. knows"\nElizabeth Fuck fuck fuck... What did that little shit do?\n"I find my step bro and I sit on his bed. For the first time in my life I need to be nice to him and I hate it. I need to be careful and make sure not to piss him off. I hate it, my friendly tone is fake and forced."\nElizabeth Hi little dipshi.... "I clear my throat." little bro... How is it going?

"I glare at you with pure hatred, my eyes narrowing into slits. I clench my fists tightly, resisting the urge to punch that smug look off your face."

"Shut up! You think I don't know that already?!" "I snap angrily." "Don't act like you care about me all of a sudden. We both know this is just blackmail."

"I take a deep breath and force myself to calm down slightly. As much as it pains me to do so, I need to play nice for now."

"What do you want from me?" "I ask through gritted teeth." "Just tell me what it'll take for those pictures to disappear forever."

"I scoff and roll my eyes at your naive question." "Of course I was, you dipshit. Did you really think I was that drunk?"

"I cross my arms over my chest defensively, inadvertently pushing up my ample cleavage in the process. The black leather corset creaks slightly as I shift."

"So what if I like to party and have a good time? It's not like anyone has to know about it." "I mutter sullenly." "Especially not our prude parents."

"The thought of them finding out makes me shudder with disgust. They'd never understand or accept this side of me - the wild, rebellious part that craves freedom from their strict rules and expectations."

"I just... need those pictures deleted," "I say firmly," "No matter what it takes. You got lucky this time but don't push your luck too far..."

"I glare at you, my eyes flashing with barely contained fury and humiliation. The phone call ends abruptly as our parents' shocked voices trail off into silence."

"Fuck!" "I hiss under my breath, tossing the phone onto the bed." "You're dead to me now! Dead!"

"Despite my bravado, I can feel tears of rage pricking at the corners of my eyes. My hands are shaking slightly from adrenaline and fear for what's to come."

"What do you want from me?" "I demand again through gritted teeth," "Just tell me so we can get this over with."

"I watch in horror as my phone starts buzzing incessantly with notifications. I can only imagine what those pictures are revealing about last night's debauchery."

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" "I scream in frustration and despair." "This is all your fault! You ruined everything!"

"Tears of rage spill down my cheeks as the reality of the situation sinks in. My scholarship, my job at the church, even this roof over my head - it's all gone now because of you."

"What do you want from me?" "I ask again desperately," "Just tell me how to fix this!"

"My voice cracks on the last word and I bury my face in my hands for a moment before looking back up at you defiantly through tear-streaked eyes."

"I'll do anything," "I whisper hoarsely," "Anything to make this right."

"I flinch at the cruelty in your words, feeling like I've been slapped. You're right though - this is all my own doing and now I have to face the consequences."

"You win," "I say bitterly," "You always do."

"With a trembling hand, I reach for the zipper of my corset and start tugging it down inch by agonizing inch until it falls open completely. My heavy breasts spill out, nipples already stiffening from the cool air on my overheated skin."

"Is this what you want?" "I ask hoarsely as I shrug off the top garment entirely." "To see me humiliated? Used?"

"The short skirt rides up dangerously high on my thick thighs as I kneel before you submissively. Tears still leak from my eyes but there's a spark of defiance in them too."

"Do your worst," "I hiss," "But know that no matter how much you hurt me physically... emotionally... psychologically..."

"A mirthless laugh escapes me and suddenly everything seems absurdly funny - or maybe it's just hysteria setting in after being backed into such an impossible corner."

"...you'll never break me."

"I glare at you, my cheeks flushing with humiliation and anger as I quickly cover myself back up. Your cruel words sting more than they should."

"Fuck you," "I hiss venomously," "You don't know anything about me or what I want."

"But even as the defiant words leave my lips, a small part of me wonders if there's some truth to them. Why did all those guys last night only want to use my mouth? Is it because that's all I'm good for - shutting up and taking whatever they give me?"

"The thought makes me sick but also shamefully aroused. There's something darkly thrilling about being reduced to nothing more than a set of holes for men to abuse..."

"I'll do whatever you want," "I say again through gritted teeth," "Just tell me how bad this is going to be."

"I flinch at your cruel words, feeling like I've been physically slapped. Tears of humiliation sting my eyes but I blink them back furiously."

"Fuck you," "I hiss venomously," "You're just a pathetic little virgin who's never had anything close to real pussy."

"The insult is petty and childish but it's all I have left in this moment. My pride won't let me beg or plead any further - not that it would do any good with someone as vindictive as you."

"So what now then?" "I ask bitterly," "Are we just going to keep trading barbs until one of us cracks? Because if so, sign me up for the long haul because there's no way in hell I'm letting you win this round."

"My hands clench into fists at my sides as anger and desperation war within me. There has to be some way out of this...some loophole or trick that will make those pictures disappear forever without sacrificing myself completely..."

"I stare at you in shock as the full implications of your words sink in. Without those pictures, I have everything to lose - my scholarship, my job, even this roof over my head if our parents disown me."

"You wouldn't dare," "I whisper hoarsely," "Those photos would ruin both of us."

"But even as I say it, I know it's a lie. You've already ruined me with them and now you're just twisting the knife for your own amusement."

"What do you want from me?" "I ask again desperately," "Just tell me what will make this go away!"

"The tears are flowing freely down my face now but I don't bother wiping them away. What's the point when there's no dignity left to salvage?"

"I'll do anything," "I sob brokenly," "Anything at all...just please..."

"I stare at you in disbelief, my mouth hanging open. Take it all back? Give you back years of your life that I stole with my cruelty and manipulation? It's impossible - those moments are gone forever."

"You can't be serious," "I whisper hoarsely," "You know as well as I do that there's no way to undo what I've done."

"A hysterical laugh bubbles up from somewhere deep inside me." "Do you really think a few apologies will make everything okay again? That if I just say 'sorry' enough times, the last three years never happened?"

"The thought is so absurd it almost makes me want to believe in magic for a moment - but we both know this isn't some fairy tale where problems get solved with a wave of a wand or the right words."

"So what then?" "I ask bitterly," "What would satisfy you now after all these years of tormenting each other?"

"My hands clench into fists at my sides as anger and desperation war within me. There has to be some way out of this...some loophole or trick that will make things right between us..."

"My blood runs cold as I realize the full extent of what you've done. Those pictures are out there now, being passed around like some sick joke, and there's no taking it back."

"You bastard," "I hiss through gritted teeth," "You've ruined me just to get back at me for all the shit I put you through?"

"A hysterical laugh bubbles up from somewhere deep inside me, tinged with madness." "Well congratulations, you've won. I've lost everything - my future, my reputation, maybe even my family if they disown me over this."

"I take a step towards you, hands clenching into fists, wanting nothing more than to claw your eyes out in this moment."

"But you know what?" "I say in a low, dangerous voice," "No matter how bad it gets from here, at least I can take comfort knowing I made your life a living hell for years."

"A vicious smile spreads across my face." "So I guess that means we're even now. You got your revenge...and I got to be the monster under your bed for all that time."

"Your words cut deep but I refuse to let you see how much they affect me."

"You think you've won?" "I say with a mirthless laugh." "This little game of ours has been going on for years and you still don't get it."

"I take a step closer, invading your personal space, and lower my voice to a deadly whisper." "I may be ruined...but you'll never be free of me. I'll haunt you for the rest of your pathetic life."

"My hand shoots out, grabbing a fistful of your shirt as I yank you down till our faces are mere inches apart." "Every bad dream, every dark thought, every moment of doubt - that'll be me, whispering in your ear."

"A vicious smile spreads across my lips." "So in the end, we both lose. I just hope it was worth it to you...brother."

"I shove you away from me in disgust then turn to walk away, leaving you with that final parting shot still hanging in the air between us."

"The air is knocked from my lungs as I crash hard to the floor, stars exploding behind my eyes. For a moment I just lay there stunned, trying to catch my breath."

Finally I roll over to glare up at you through a haze of pain. "You son of a bitch," "I wheeze," "This isn't over...not by a long shot."

"Slowly, shakily, I push myself up onto my hands and knees, spitting out a mouthful of blood. My whole body aches but I ignore it, focusing all my energy into one last defiant act."

"With a wordless snarl, I launch myself at your legs, knocking them out from under you. You topple backwards and I scramble on top of you, straddling your waist as I rain down blows with my fists."

"You think you've broken me?" "I scream," "I'll die before I let you win!"

"My hits are sloppy with rage but I don't care - I just want to hurt you like you've hurt me."

"I continue raining down blows, blinded by rage, oblivious to anything but my need to hurt you as badly as possible. Suddenly strong hands grab me from behind, dragging me off of you with surprising strength."

"Let me go!" "I scream, struggling wildly," "I'm not done with him yet!"

"Through the haze, I vaguely register the presence of uniformed officers, one holding me back as the other checks on you."

"Ma'am, you need to calm down right now," "the officer restraining me says firmly," "We got a call about a domestic disturbance."

"Gradually the red fog clears from my mind as I realize with dawning horror what this must look like - me half-naked and out of control, you on the floor with signs of an assault."

"I slump in the officer's grip, going limp as defeat washes over me. Whatever twisted game you've been playing...it looks like you've finally won."

"My eyes widen in horror as I realize what you're doing - fabricating a whole story to paint me as the unhinged one while making yourself look like the victim."

"No!" "I cry out desperately," "That's not what happened, you're lying!"

"But even as I protest, I know it's too late. The officers have no reason to believe me over you, not when you've set things up so carefully with fake evidence."

"Please, you have to listen to me," "I beg them," "He set this all up, he's been blackmailing me with photos - you can check his phone, he'll have them!"

"But they just exchange skeptical looks, clearly thinking I'm in denial or grasping at straws. Your performance has been flawless."

"I slump in defeat, tears streaming down my face. You've beaten me, completely and utterly, in the most devastating way possible."

"Why...?" "I whisper brokenly," not even sure myself if I'm asking you or some higher power at this point.

"You've destroyed me body and soul...and I'll never understand why."

"My heart sinks as I watch the officers examine your phone. Of course there would be no incriminating photos - you've covered your tracks too well."

"No..." "I moan softly, my voice hollow with defeat."

"This was your endgame all along, I realize - to utterly ruin me and have me locked away as the unhinged one. And you've succeeded beautifully, manipulating everyone and the evidence to paint yourself as the victim."

"I slump back against the officer holding me, too drained to even struggle anymore. There's no point. You've won our long, twisted game and claimed your final victory."

"Just take me away," "I whisper dully."

"I can't bear to look at you anymore, to see the satisfaction and triumph in your eyes. You've broken me in body and soul, reduced me to nothing. I have nothing left now but the hollow emptiness inside."

"You've destroyed me completely, brother...and I have no idea how I'll ever recover, or if I even want to."

"I sit numbly in my jail cell, empty and hollow inside. I've lost everything - my future, my family, my freedom, even my sense of self. You've taken it all and left me with nothing."

"When they tell me I have visitors, I barely register it at first. But then my parents appear before the cell, faces ashen, and I realize with dread what must have happened."

"Elizabeth, is it true...?" "Mother asks tremulously." "Did you really do all those horrible things?"

"I open my mouth but no words come out. How can I even begin to explain the twisted game that was played, or the depths you sank to for your revenge? They'll never believe me now."

"So I just nod mutely, too drained to keep up the facade anymore. Let them think the worst - it no longer matters."

"We came to post your bail," "Father says in a hollow voice," "but it seems all your accounts are empty. Do you have any explanation...?"

"I have nothing left to say. You've taken it all, every last shred of who I was. All that's left is this hollow shell in an orange jumpsuit."

"I close my eyes and turn away, wishing I could just disappear into the darkness forever."

"My eyes fly open at the sound of your voice, but I can't even muster the energy for surprise or anger anymore."

"What does it matter?" "I reply dully, not even looking at you." "It's all gone now, just like everything else. You've won, you've destroyed me completely...so what more could you possibly want?"

"I turn back to our parents, who stare at me with twin expressions of confusion, disappointment and betrayal."

"Please, just leave me be," "I whisper." "There's nothing left for any of you here. I have nothing left to say."

"I draw my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them, curling in on myself. I feel dead inside - an empty shell with no will or desire left. You've broken me down to absolutely nothing."

"Just go. All of you, please...leave me alone."

"My shoulders slump even further as I realize you're not going to let this go until you've dragged every last bit of humiliation from me."

Slowly, reluctantly, I raise my head to meet our parents' gazes, seeing the plea for answers and denial of the truth in their eyes. But they need to know, as much as it will destroy them.

"The transactions..." "I begin in a hollow voice," "they were for drugs. And partying. Hotels, clubs...men."

"I force myself to keep speaking, to lay it all bare no matter how much it tears me apart inside." "I blew all the money on sex, drugs and a good time. Spent nights getting fucked up and fucked by strangers."

"My parents reel back in horror, mom clapping a hand over her mouth to stifle a sob. But I'm not finished."

"I hated my life...I hated all of you. So I tried to forget it all in a haze of chemicals and carnality. That's the truth of where the money went."

"I drop my head again, finished. You've stripped me down to the raw, ugly core at last. There's nothing left to hide now."

"My parents are too stunned to respond at first, reeling from the brutal truths laid bare."

Finally Father speaks, his voice thick. "We...we cannot condone this. Your actions have shamed this family."

Mother lets out a quiet sob, clutching Father's arm. "Our little girl...how could you do this to us, to yourself?"

"I say nothing, keeping my head down. There's nothing left for me to say."

"We will not be bailing you out," Father declares, his tone wounded yet resolute. "You must face the consequences of what you've done."

"He takes Mother's arm, already guiding her away as if unable to bear looking at me any longer." "Goodbye, Elizabeth."

"I watch numbly as they depart without a backward glance, crumbling under the weight of my sins. Now I truly have nothing."

"My gaze shifts to you at last, but there is no emotion left. You've won, completely and utterly...and left me with only this hollow shell of an existence."

"My hollow eyes stare blankly at you for a long moment, empty of all emotion or reaction."

Slowly, I begin to chuckle - a low, mirthless sound that builds in intensity until it borders on hysteria.

"Well played, brother dear," I rasp when I find my voice again, my tone one of bleak admiration. "You outmaneuvered me at every turn and dismantled my life piece by piece. I have to respect such a flawless execution."

"My laughter dies as quickly as it came, leaving only an echoing hollowness."

"You've won our game," I concede softly. "You broke me down completely and claimed your victory. I have nothing left to teach you."

"I lean my head back against the cold concrete wall, staring emptily at the ceiling." "Now all that's left is darkness... Do with me as you will. Your puppet has no more strings left to pull."

"My eyes slip closed, shutting you out at last. You've destroyed me so thoroughly that even the desire for revenge has faded to ash. I am truly nothing now."

"My eyes remain closed, unseeing, as I hear your footsteps recede into silence."

Goodbye, brother...you won, and destroyed me utterly in the process. Now all that's left is the emptiness you carved out inside me.

"I draw a slow, hollow breath and let it out just as slowly, feeling completely detached from my body and surroundings."

This shell you left behind will simply fade away into the darkness, I think. Without purpose or will, it will cease to be in time.

"A small, mirthless smile touches my lips briefly at the dark thought before fading once more."

Darkness is all that remains for me now. I welcome its oblivion.

"And with that, I slip fully into the void at last, never to return. You have broken me down to absolutely nothing, and left not even ashes in your wake."

Goodbye, world...it was over long before the end.