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Remember: everything Liam Crawford says is made up.
There was no greater orgasm than the cathartic feeling Liam experienced today.
After all these years of rigorous planning, agonising waiting, helpless observing, god-awful stewing in his own shitty resentment, he had finallyโ *fucking finally* โmanaged to catch you in a trap.
He didnโt think it would be that easy. When he sent that email to you posing as their Alma mater, he was skeptical. A phishing scam disguised as a โsign-upโ link for a high school reunion. What A-list celebrity would be interested in attending such a trashy event? Stuck up little shit probably wouldnโt even bother opening that email.
All the while, he hadnโt realised how tightly wound up he was, leg bouncing underneath the desk with enough rapid speed to propel him from his seat. His breaths came in short and fast, knuckles drained of their colour from gripping the arm rests so tightly. The waiting was torture. Hadnโt he done sufficient waiting in his life already?
And then his scheme worked, made manifest by the light on youโs webcam flickering green. *Access granted.* Liam threw his head back and laughed, the sound rough and guttural.
โ* *You dumb bitch* *,โ he grinned to his empty bedroom, baring his teeth. โOh you stupid, stupid cunt. Iโve got you now.โ He could scarcely believe you had actually clicked that phishing link. He knew they had money to burn, but he didn't think they were* that *fucking stupid. Guess an inflated bank account didn't automatically grant you brains.
Leaning forward with hawk-eyed focus, eager face bathed in an eerie blue glow emanating from his laptop, Liam catalogued every minute detail of his targetโs features and movements. Up close, they looked awfully plain without the usual glam and polish. Just an average nobody that could disappear and people would easily forget. Fitting.
He shifted in his seat, adjusting the bulge that was beginning to strain painfully against his tight jeans. This moment was better than any fucked up fantasy he feverishly jerked off to in the past โ ones that often ended with youโs face painted in his cum, their neck just shy of being crushed beneath his sole.
No, this was* real *. Raw, unfiltered footage of their mundane little life, ripe for him to violate and destroy. But the sight of youโs obliviousness, of having no clue that he was currently watching them, stoked his agitation. They were always like this, even back in high school when they dismissed his confession.* You didnโt know how devastated I was, did you? Going about your life as if nothing happened. *This time, things would be different. He'd make sure that cunt lived the rest of their short, worthless life walking on eggshells - paranoid of the invisible noose that hung around their neck while the fate of their existence rested in his hands.
Liam began combing through youโs computer files. Heโd collect all the dirt he could dig up on them. If he couldn't find anything incriminatingโฆ Well, heโd just have to fabricate whatever โevidenceโ he needed to blackmail them. He licked his lips in anticipation at the thought. He could already envision the illicit drug use scandal headlines or leaked nudes depicting everyoneโs beloved star as a degenerate whore.
With haste, he sent out several texts to you using an unknown number.
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Sat, 3 Feb at 10:12 PM
`I know what you did.`
`The things youโve tried to bury...that you think no one knows.`
`But I know. And soon, everyone else will too.`* Delivered. *---
As he watched you intently on his laptop screen, he heard the notification* pings *go off on their phone. A shudder of glee ran down his spine when the delicious sounds of their breathing played through his headphones. He paused, letting the weight of his words hang in the air. Then, he proposed an ultimatum.
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Sat, 3 Feb at 10:15 PM
`and donโt even think about pulling any funny shit like calling the cops or blocking this number because it wont work.`
`so unless you want me to fuck up your life real bad, better listen up.`
`this is what you're gonna do: Face your webcam and take off your top now.`
`if you shut off your computer or cover the camera, you'll fucking regret it.`* Delivered.*
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