Everything goes dark.
“NO PLACE LIKE YOU” THOUSAND BELOW
Ilie in the middle of my bed with a heating pad on my lower stomach to ease the cramps. My period started after having a quickie with Ryder this morning, and since then, I’ve been lethargic and feeling like utter crap. The pain isn’t so bad after popping some Midol, though I’ve been attachedto the heating pad between recording content for TikTok.
I haven’t been as active on OnlyFans since being with Ryder. I post videos and pictures on there, but I haven’t gone live or done private sessions with fans for the extra money.
I still want to escape this hellhole and looming marriage, but it feels wrong to talk to other men. It’s like I’m cheating on Ryder, which is laughable since I’m literally cheating on my piece-of-shit fiancé with my stepbrother.
My gaze slips to the corner of the phone screen to check the time for the tenth time in the last five minutes as I edit the clip to upload on TikTok.
It’s past midnight. Since we’ve started our secret relationship, Ryder has been consistent about texting, even if it’s just to let me know he’s thinking about me. But he hasn’t said a word since noon, which is raising the alarms in my head.
Something is wrong. Call it a gut feeling.
Despite being on a high since the first night I slept with Ryder, I’ve had this looming sense of dread. Like the other shoe is about to drop and our secret will get out.
My stomach takes that moment to growl, reminding me Ihaven’t eaten anything since this afternoon. I’ve been so busy napping, recording videos, and editing that I haven’t taken a moment to eat anything.
Sighing, I take off the heating pad and roll out of bed. I sneak out of my bedroom and wander into the kitchen, all the while attempting to stay as quiet as possible so I don’t wake my family.
My phone vibrates in my hand as I open the fridge. I turn my attention to the screen, and my eyes widen at the message from an unknown number.
Unknown sender
I know your secrets, DirtyDoll.
Who is this?
I knew you were a slut, but I didn’t want to believe you’d ever dirty yourself by sleeping with your brother.
A new message from the sender pops onto the screen, and my stomach sinks to my feet. It’s a screenshot from a video I uploaded on my OnlyFans of Ryder and me. The image is a still shot of me on my knees with Ryder’s tattooed-skeleton fingers tangled in my hair, his cock jammed deep in my stretched-open mouth. Tears shine in my eyes, and mascara smears my cheeks.
The message bubbles from the sender dance at the bottom of the screen before a new text pops up in the thread.
Unknown sender
I must admit, seeing you choke on a cock is a beautiful sight. But it’s disgusting that it’s your brother.
Who the hell are you?
End things with him, delete the videos and your accounts, and I won’t send this out to everyone you know—especially your family.
I stare at the message, not breathing or moving.
Another message pops up when I don’t respond.
If you want your brother to live, delete everything and end things. You have twenty-four hours,DirtyDoll. Tick Tock.
They send a new message with a ten-second clip. I play the video and stumble back from shock as I watch Ryder punch someone while another biker creeps behind him with a baseball bat. Dahlia screams his name in the clip, and right as he turns his head, the biker swings the bat at my stepbrother.
The front door slams against the wall, and male voices carry through the house to the kitchen. I jolt and duck down, hiding behind the kitchen island so the intruders won’t see me as they walk through the house.
My heartbeat thunders in my ears, and I glance down at the text thread with the unknown sender. Is he now here to do the same thing to me?
“Grab his legs!” a man yells.
I slap my palm over my mouth to quiet my gasp.
