WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:04.740 I'm such a hypocrite, a liar to myself. Because 00:00:04.740 --> 00:00:07.559 even though I hung up on him, I'm still watching. 00:00:08.300 --> 00:00:11.460 Still here, curled up on the couch, staring at 00:00:11.460 --> 00:00:14.279 the screen while he fucks another woman. And 00:00:14.279 --> 00:00:19.199 I can't look away. It turns me on. It turns me 00:00:19.199 --> 00:00:23.899 the fuck on. And I hate that. Hate that I'm still 00:00:23.899 --> 00:00:27.760 sitting here, silent, burning, thighs clenched 00:00:27.760 --> 00:00:31.050 as he gives her what should have been mine. I 00:00:31.050 --> 00:00:33.950 crank up the volume on full blast to hear him 00:00:33.950 --> 00:00:40.509 moan. He's rough, perfect. I squeeze my nipples, 00:00:40.909 --> 00:00:43.590 aching as I watch the man, who is as dangerous 00:00:43.590 --> 00:00:46.689 as they come, plow into a woman that should have 00:00:46.689 --> 00:00:51.609 been me. Minutes pass, then nearly an hour, and 00:00:51.609 --> 00:00:55.009 he's still at it with her. Good fucking God. 00:00:55.829 --> 00:00:59.280 What type of man is this? I'm so wet right now, 00:00:59.280 --> 00:01:02.100 but I don't dare get up. Don't dare move from 00:01:02.100 --> 00:01:05.640 my seat. I need to see everything. I need to 00:01:05.640 --> 00:01:09.519 see him. The tightness in his ass. The way his 00:01:09.519 --> 00:01:13.079 cock stiffens and dips in and out of her. Exactly 00:01:13.079 --> 00:01:16.200 what he would have been doing to me. I don't 00:01:16.200 --> 00:01:19.459 know what happened, but somehow he turns to the 00:01:19.459 --> 00:01:23.519 camera and smiles. Like he knows I'm still here. 00:01:24.060 --> 00:01:28.420 Watching. Of course I'm still watching. This 00:01:28.420 --> 00:01:31.099 is high -quality entertainment. A once -in -a 00:01:31.099 --> 00:01:34.540 -lifetime moment. Thank God he doesn't have access 00:01:34.540 --> 00:01:38.659 to my mic. Because the way I'm breathing? He'd 00:01:38.659 --> 00:01:43.219 laugh. I sound pathetic. The woman writhes beneath 00:01:43.219 --> 00:01:46.340 him, arching her back, and Vince grabs her hips 00:01:46.340 --> 00:01:49.719 with both hands, slamming into her one last time. 00:01:50.420 --> 00:01:53.060 Then he pulls out. and spills his seed across 00:01:53.060 --> 00:01:55.680 her back like she was a mere toilet or raggedy 00:01:55.680 --> 00:02:00.000 cloth to relieve himself in. I slam the laptop 00:02:00.000 --> 00:02:04.000 shut, shoving it aside. What the fuck is wrong 00:02:04.000 --> 00:02:07.060 with me? This man is everything I was warned 00:02:07.060 --> 00:02:09.960 about, everything I prayed to stay away from. 00:02:10.580 --> 00:02:14.120 And here I am, embroiled in this thing with him. 00:02:14.680 --> 00:02:17.639 I don't even know what this is, but I'm hooked. 00:02:18.560 --> 00:02:20.860 Hooked to the point that I'm using him as a memory. 00:02:21.189 --> 00:02:25.789 A fantasy. A way to get off. Just the thought 00:02:25.789 --> 00:02:29.949 of him gets me there. And now, the shitty part 00:02:29.949 --> 00:02:32.090 of all this is that I'm waiting for him to call. 00:02:33.110 --> 00:02:36.710 Waiting for him to beg me to see him. But he 00:02:36.710 --> 00:02:40.729 doesn't. I show up for my shift, hoping, thinking 00:02:40.729 --> 00:02:43.830 maybe he'll call sometime during it. But no. 00:02:44.490 --> 00:02:49.569 Not once. Not a text. Not a missed call. I'm 00:02:49.569 --> 00:02:53.580 on edge. Raw and open. He has me like a moth 00:02:53.580 --> 00:02:56.879 to a flame and he knows it. But I'll be damned 00:02:56.879 --> 00:03:01.620 if I call this man myself. My shift ends. Still 00:03:01.620 --> 00:03:06.300 nothing. I go home. I sleep. I wake. I work. 00:03:06.639 --> 00:03:11.740 Repeat. Again and again. Still nothing. He's 00:03:11.740 --> 00:03:14.539 toying with me and I know it. But I won't give 00:03:14.539 --> 00:03:18.879 in. I refuse. Then, just when I'm leaving work, 00:03:19.080 --> 00:03:22.919 My phone rings. I don't answer it. I was just 00:03:22.919 --> 00:03:25.740 starting to get him off my mind. Starting to 00:03:25.740 --> 00:03:30.800 remember who he is. What he is. A fucking criminal. 00:03:31.539 --> 00:03:34.960 And now he calls me? After ghosting me for 11 00:03:34.960 --> 00:03:40.060 days? Fuck him. Fuck Vince. I'm not answering 00:03:40.060 --> 00:03:42.879 that call. I won't let myself get pulled back 00:03:42.879 --> 00:03:46.099 into that trap. I try to move on with my life. 00:03:46.439 --> 00:03:50.680 Again and again. And it's easy. For a while. 00:03:51.699 --> 00:03:53.879 But what's not easy is scrubbing those images 00:03:53.879 --> 00:03:58.120 from my mind. Because I yearn for it. He's done 00:03:58.120 --> 00:04:01.219 something irreversible to me. Because every time 00:04:01.219 --> 00:04:05.680 I feel for him, I feel for his dick. Almost three 00:04:05.680 --> 00:04:09.680 weeks fly by. I don't answer his calls. Not once. 00:04:10.319 --> 00:04:13.319 And he's been relentless, calling nonstop like 00:04:13.319 --> 00:04:16.139 it's his full -time job. I guess I've got him 00:04:16.139 --> 00:04:19.180 by the balls now. and for once I don't care. 00:04:20.079 --> 00:04:23.600 I have the day off, and tomorrow too, so I use 00:04:23.600 --> 00:04:26.800 the time to visit my mom and her sister. I get 00:04:26.800 --> 00:04:31.500 there, and it's a good time. Laughs, food, family, 00:04:32.000 --> 00:04:36.620 until my phone rings again, and again. I ignore 00:04:36.620 --> 00:04:40.459 it, but mom notices. Her face tightens every 00:04:40.459 --> 00:04:44.889 time my phone buzzes. Eventually she says, Why 00:04:44.889 --> 00:04:46.730 is your phone ringing like that and you're not 00:04:46.730 --> 00:04:50.649 answering? Scam caller. I lie. She doesn't buy 00:04:50.649 --> 00:04:53.870 it. This is the most Vince has called me in a 00:04:53.870 --> 00:04:57.649 day. It's unnerving and chilling. The phone rings 00:04:57.649 --> 00:05:00.370 again and I can't take her eyes on me anymore. 00:05:01.269 --> 00:05:04.930 I slip into the kitchen and answer. Well, look 00:05:04.930 --> 00:05:08.529 who finally picked up. Vince says. His voice 00:05:08.529 --> 00:05:13.310 is low, smug. Didn't think you'd answer. Oh, 00:05:13.310 --> 00:05:16.379 you were calling? Guess I didn't notice. Don't 00:05:16.379 --> 00:05:20.319 play fucking games with me. I'm not playing games 00:05:20.319 --> 00:05:23.480 with you. I just don't want to talk to you. There's 00:05:23.480 --> 00:05:28.000 a pause, then a low chuckle. I love this push 00:05:28.000 --> 00:05:34.399 and pull between us. It builds character. Don't 00:05:34.399 --> 00:05:38.699 you think it's fun? You need to stop calling 00:05:38.699 --> 00:05:43.199 my phone, Vince. Now why would I do that? What's 00:05:43.199 --> 00:05:46.720 the point of that? I am NOT a fucking game. I 00:05:46.720 --> 00:05:48.620 glance across from the kitchen to make sure my 00:05:48.620 --> 00:05:52.139 mom doesn't see my reactions. Speaking with you 00:05:52.139 --> 00:05:55.300 is a threat to my job. Then why did you answer? 00:05:57.579 --> 00:06:00.620 Because... Because what? Because you're bothering 00:06:00.620 --> 00:06:03.399 me. You're calling down my phone and it's not 00:06:03.399 --> 00:06:06.639 appropriate. I want you to stop. There's silence 00:06:06.639 --> 00:06:11.100 on the line. Is it bothering your mother? My 00:06:11.100 --> 00:06:15.800 stomach drops. By the way, he adds casually. 00:06:16.160 --> 00:06:18.959 How is your mother doing? I would love to meet 00:06:18.959 --> 00:06:25.199 her Excuse me Well, he says You're at her house. 00:06:25.199 --> 00:06:28.399 Aren't you I? Rushed to the front door and yanked 00:06:28.399 --> 00:06:32.899 the curtain at the side Angie mom calls worry 00:06:32.899 --> 00:06:35.699 in her voice. There's a black tinted vehicle 00:06:35.699 --> 00:06:40.220 parked across the road shit Are you outside my 00:06:40.220 --> 00:06:46.040 house? Not your house He corrects. Your mom's. 00:06:46.480 --> 00:06:50.519 What the fuck, Vince? You followed me? Well, 00:06:50.720 --> 00:06:53.420 you weren't answering me. Of course I had to 00:06:53.420 --> 00:06:58.319 take another step. You made me do this. Angela, 00:06:58.560 --> 00:07:02.459 mom prize. Just a minute, mom. I didn't make 00:07:02.459 --> 00:07:04.639 you do anything. How do you even know where my 00:07:04.639 --> 00:07:08.879 mom lives? He laughs. A little smug chuckle. 00:07:09.959 --> 00:07:13.600 Didn't I tell you I have my ways? What is wrong 00:07:13.600 --> 00:07:17.600 with you leave me the fuck alone I? Need you 00:07:17.600 --> 00:07:21.959 in this vehicle now I'm not coming out there 00:07:21.959 --> 00:07:25.139 you need to go Do you want me to come and introduce 00:07:25.139 --> 00:07:29.160 myself to your mother? Vince I say through gritted 00:07:29.160 --> 00:07:33.180 teeth He laughs again Then get your butt in my 00:07:33.180 --> 00:07:40.000 car now I Hang up my heart is pounding I glance 00:07:40.000 --> 00:07:43.029 over my shoulder Mom is still talking to her 00:07:43.029 --> 00:07:46.569 sister, but I know she's listening. She always 00:07:46.569 --> 00:07:49.350 listens. She's the type of woman who catches 00:07:49.350 --> 00:07:54.689 on fast. Mom, I say. I'm just going to step outside 00:07:54.689 --> 00:07:57.730 for a sec. Gonna talk to a friend, okay? She 00:07:57.730 --> 00:08:03.550 stands. Who friend? A new friend. Yeah, um, I'll 00:08:03.550 --> 00:08:06.930 tell you about it. I slip outside, closing the 00:08:06.930 --> 00:08:10.269 door behind me a little too hard. Vince's car 00:08:10.269 --> 00:08:14.269 is parked right in front of mine, waiting. I 00:08:14.269 --> 00:08:17.470 slide in and slam the door shut. Seeing him in 00:08:17.470 --> 00:08:20.769 the driver's seat this close is dangerous. It 00:08:20.769 --> 00:08:24.490 makes something shift in my chest. But God help 00:08:24.490 --> 00:08:28.490 me, it's liberating too. I glance around the 00:08:28.490 --> 00:08:31.550 car, checking the back seat, making sure we're 00:08:31.550 --> 00:08:34.809 alone. How come you're driving? Don't you have 00:08:34.809 --> 00:08:38.350 like a chauffeur or something? He smiles without 00:08:38.350 --> 00:08:42.289 looking at me Sometimes I like to do things on 00:08:42.289 --> 00:08:48.529 my own like visiting you I fold my arms What 00:08:48.529 --> 00:08:52.950 do you want from me? He turns slightly just enough 00:08:52.950 --> 00:08:56.889 for his eyes to land on mine You already know 00:08:56.889 --> 00:09:00.529 what I want from you Angie You can't just show 00:09:00.529 --> 00:09:05.029 up at my mom's place. That's not cool Well, if 00:09:05.029 --> 00:09:07.490 you'd been answering my calls I wouldn't have 00:09:07.490 --> 00:09:10.889 needed to show up here. I get it. No seems like 00:09:10.889 --> 00:09:12.970 a foreign concept to you, but you need to learn 00:09:12.970 --> 00:09:16.509 that it's an option. He looks at me, searching. 00:09:17.669 --> 00:09:21.409 Did I do something to you? Why won't you take 00:09:21.409 --> 00:09:27.070 my call? Because this is wrong. Is it? Was it 00:09:27.070 --> 00:09:29.169 wrong when you sat there watching me fuck that 00:09:29.169 --> 00:09:33.870 bitch? My heart stutters. Was it wrong when you 00:09:33.870 --> 00:09:35.809 stayed on the video just to see me stroke my 00:09:35.809 --> 00:09:40.350 cock? I don't answer. I didn't see anything. 00:09:40.730 --> 00:09:45.929 I lie. He studies me, unreadable. I guess not. 00:09:47.570 --> 00:09:51.330 All I want is for you to be happy, Angie. That's 00:09:51.330 --> 00:09:56.490 all. I am happy. Before I met you, I was fantastic. 00:09:57.029 --> 00:10:00.850 Now, I'm freaked out. Paranoid. Looking over 00:10:00.850 --> 00:10:03.269 my shoulder every damn minute. And you're not 00:10:03.269 --> 00:10:06.620 making it easier for me. Calling my phone. stalking 00:10:06.620 --> 00:10:10.019 me. I stiffen as he reaches up, brushing his 00:10:10.019 --> 00:10:14.120 palm against my cheek. I exhale sharply. His 00:10:14.120 --> 00:10:18.139 hand is rough, calloused, unforgiving, but it 00:10:18.139 --> 00:10:23.120 still feels so damn manly. Too good. I'll never 00:10:23.120 --> 00:10:28.279 hurt you, Angie. This paranoia, it's just a symptom. 00:10:29.500 --> 00:10:33.720 A symptom of you holding yourself back. He leans 00:10:33.720 --> 00:10:37.970 in slightly. Eyes burning into mine. You need 00:10:37.970 --> 00:10:41.889 to let shit fucking go. If this is how you feel, 00:10:42.830 --> 00:10:48.269 then feel it. I blink at him. My throat tightens. 00:10:49.129 --> 00:10:52.669 You want this, but you're fighting it. And all 00:10:52.669 --> 00:10:55.269 that pent -up energy? It's fucking with your 00:10:55.269 --> 00:10:59.690 head. I scoff and look away. He doesn't say anything. 00:11:00.710 --> 00:11:04.309 You can deny it all you want. He murmurs. But 00:11:04.309 --> 00:11:08.090 I know what you really want. His hand falls away 00:11:08.090 --> 00:11:10.870 from my cheek, and then he reaches down to his 00:11:10.870 --> 00:11:16.789 lap. He's hard, rock solid, and fuck. I can't 00:11:16.789 --> 00:11:20.210 take my eyes off it. Vince squeezes his cock 00:11:20.210 --> 00:11:24.529 over his jeans, eyes locked on mine. This is 00:11:24.529 --> 00:11:29.590 what you do to me, Angie. I burn for you. Just 00:11:29.590 --> 00:11:34.440 like you want me. What are you doing? He zips 00:11:34.440 --> 00:11:37.879 his pants down with no hesitation. Giving you 00:11:37.879 --> 00:11:42.580 what you want. You don't know what I want. Oh, 00:11:42.580 --> 00:11:48.960 but I do. You want to see it. Feel it. I'm giving 00:11:48.960 --> 00:11:53.120 you that chance. I glance out the window, praying 00:11:53.120 --> 00:11:56.379 no one can see us, because this man is crazy. 00:11:57.240 --> 00:12:01.340 Then I look back. He unbuttons, slides his pants 00:12:01.340 --> 00:12:05.110 down. Vince slips his cock free from his briefs 00:12:05.110 --> 00:12:10.629 and eyes me. It's thick, long, just like I imagined, 00:12:11.570 --> 00:12:14.789 just like I saw it on the screen. I fight the 00:12:14.789 --> 00:12:18.990 urge to lick my lips, but I do it anyway. He 00:12:18.990 --> 00:12:21.909 inhales sharply, dragging his palm across his 00:12:21.909 --> 00:12:24.490 length, then presses his thumb over the tip. 00:12:25.570 --> 00:12:29.070 My eyes dart to the window again. I pray my mom 00:12:29.070 --> 00:12:33.090 doesn't come outside. I'm grown. But right now, 00:12:33.110 --> 00:12:35.250 I feel like a kid caught playing with something 00:12:35.250 --> 00:12:41.070 forbidden. Touch it. He says. I stare at him. 00:12:41.629 --> 00:12:47.750 Then at it. Angie. He says again, firmer. Touch 00:12:47.750 --> 00:12:51.289 it. He grabs my wrist and pulls me toward him. 00:12:52.049 --> 00:12:54.269 My hand falls against his length and I suck in 00:12:54.269 --> 00:12:59.710 a breath. It's stiff, rough and hot. I slide 00:12:59.710 --> 00:13:04.429 my palm up, exhaling. He likes it. I can feel 00:13:04.429 --> 00:13:08.029 it in the way his hips shift. I do it again, 00:13:08.409 --> 00:13:11.009 circling my finger around the shaft. There's 00:13:11.009 --> 00:13:14.210 a bead of pre -cum there. I want to lick it. 00:13:14.250 --> 00:13:18.250 But I don't. I don't even know this man. Not 00:13:18.250 --> 00:13:21.809 really. I don't know what he's been with. What 00:13:21.809 --> 00:13:25.769 he has. Still, I slide my hand down the base 00:13:25.769 --> 00:13:30.850 of his cock. Vince groans. You like that? He 00:13:30.850 --> 00:13:36.370 pants. I nod quietly. I quicken my pace. Ah, 00:13:36.529 --> 00:13:41.769 yes. That's it. Oh, shit. He starts muttering 00:13:41.769 --> 00:13:44.909 something I don't understand. Over and over. 00:13:45.889 --> 00:13:49.450 Then, a knock. I whip around to see mom by my 00:13:49.450 --> 00:13:53.529 car window. Panic grips me. My mom is at the 00:13:53.529 --> 00:14:28.279 door. I can already see it. Don't stop. Ugh, 00:14:43.259 --> 00:14:58.700 fuck. His body twitching I lean toward him almost 00:14:58.700 --> 00:15:02.039 close enough to take him in my mouth But I don't 00:15:02.039 --> 00:15:08.139 I can't not now not here Instead I use both hands 00:15:08.139 --> 00:15:14.639 and spit on him a long drooling spit fuck Vince 00:15:14.639 --> 00:15:17.519 starts to thrust his length squeezing through 00:15:17.519 --> 00:15:21.759 my palms eyes fluttering shut He mutters curses 00:15:21.759 --> 00:15:26.779 under his breath and I know He's close. He's 00:15:26.779 --> 00:15:29.820 close for me. Not like that woman in the video. 00:15:30.200 --> 00:15:34.200 Not like before. This is different. He wants 00:15:34.200 --> 00:15:37.840 this. I slide my thumbs over his thick, bulbous 00:15:37.840 --> 00:15:44.360 cock. He moans. Deeper now. More raw. More mine. 00:15:47.240 --> 00:15:51.840 Then, click. His seat falls back, the chair reclining, 00:15:52.320 --> 00:16:23.399 laying him flat. Fuck. Even if it was reckless. 00:16:24.279 --> 00:16:27.539 I didn't want it to stop. But I knew it would. 00:16:28.340 --> 00:16:31.419 It had to. And there wasn't a damn thing I could 00:16:31.419 --> 00:16:35.460 do about it. I wish I were inside you right now. 00:16:36.039 --> 00:16:38.679 He grates out, thrusting his hips higher through 00:16:38.679 --> 00:16:41.779 my tight grip. I would feed you with my cum. 00:16:42.940 --> 00:16:45.600 I lower my lips as close to his tip as possible 00:16:45.600 --> 00:16:49.259 and wait. Fuck. Vince growls out loud, clasping 00:16:49.259 --> 00:16:53.769 the back of my head. He releases. It's a spurt. 00:16:54.230 --> 00:16:58.269 Violent. Sudden. Expelling from him like a force 00:16:58.269 --> 00:17:02.230 he couldn't hold back. It hits my mouth. My nose. 00:17:02.669 --> 00:17:06.470 The roof of the vehicle. Thick and loud. For 00:17:06.470 --> 00:17:11.109 a second he's nothing but animal. Wild. Unguarded. 00:17:11.630 --> 00:17:15.849 And something else too. Something darker. He 00:17:15.849 --> 00:17:18.849 curses under his breath. Jaw tight as he swings 00:17:18.849 --> 00:17:21.789 his seat upright again. grabs a cloth from the 00:17:21.789 --> 00:17:25.069 side of the seat and wipes his ceiling. There 00:17:25.069 --> 00:17:28.150 are wipes in the glove compartment. I let go 00:17:28.150 --> 00:17:31.910 of him. He tucks himself in fast, zipping and 00:17:31.910 --> 00:17:35.269 buttoning like it never happened. He faces me, 00:17:35.609 --> 00:17:37.829 leans over and fetches the wipes himself and 00:17:37.829 --> 00:17:41.769 begins cleaning my face. He's slow and tender, 00:17:42.430 --> 00:17:45.849 like this man has never done a crime. When he's 00:17:45.849 --> 00:17:50.630 all done, Vince touches my chin, soft. Slow. 00:17:51.490 --> 00:17:55.230 Like it means something. It feels like an endearment. 00:17:55.910 --> 00:18:00.609 Like he's grateful. Or smitten. Or both. And 00:18:00.609 --> 00:18:04.390 I let it happen. Because I like this man. I like 00:18:04.390 --> 00:18:09.029 his vibe. His danger. His calm. And as much as 00:18:09.029 --> 00:18:11.589 I know what I'm doing is wrong, I can't help 00:18:11.589 --> 00:18:16.690 myself. Vince's lips moves to my ear. I need 00:18:16.690 --> 00:18:21.400 you to do something for me. He says. I stiffen. 00:18:22.039 --> 00:18:25.500 What? His palm wraps around the back of my neck, 00:18:25.700 --> 00:18:29.400 pulling me close. It's possessive, but yet it 00:18:29.400 --> 00:18:33.019 feels like control. I need you to make a drop. 00:18:34.039 --> 00:18:37.700 I pull back immediately, brows furrowed. It's 00:18:37.700 --> 00:18:41.599 nothing damning, nothing serious. I have a colleague 00:18:41.599 --> 00:18:45.680 in the cell, number 23. I just need you to get 00:18:45.680 --> 00:18:50.190 this to him. He hands me a piece of paper. Small. 00:18:51.049 --> 00:18:55.130 Folded. I open it. It's nearly blank, except 00:18:55.130 --> 00:19:01.210 for the words TMT12CC. That's it. I stare at 00:19:01.210 --> 00:19:05.329 it, confused. Maybe it's a code, or something 00:19:05.329 --> 00:19:08.890 only they understand. You want me to give this 00:19:08.890 --> 00:19:15.730 to number 23? He nods. I can't do this. It's 00:19:15.730 --> 00:19:18.900 just a piece of paper. But I don't know what 00:19:18.900 --> 00:19:23.140 it's for Do you really want to know? I shake 00:19:23.140 --> 00:19:29.319 my head No Then don't fucking ask My breath catches 00:19:29.319 --> 00:19:33.720 I'm trying not just to stay professional but 00:19:33.720 --> 00:19:37.279 to stay sane I'm trying not to implicate myself 00:19:37.279 --> 00:19:40.079 in anything You're not implicating yourself in 00:19:40.079 --> 00:19:45.240 anything You're safe All you have to do is give 00:19:45.240 --> 00:19:50.759 that to number 23 That's it. I narrow my eyes. 00:19:51.319 --> 00:19:54.339 And what do I get in return? He doesn't blink. 00:19:55.279 --> 00:20:00.240 You can have me. I laugh, bitter and disbelieving. 00:20:01.160 --> 00:20:06.380 Alright then. He leans back. I'll free you. You 00:20:06.380 --> 00:20:09.380 won't hear a word from me after that. I'll stop 00:20:09.380 --> 00:20:13.380 the calls. I won't show up again. No more gifts. 00:20:14.299 --> 00:20:18.789 No more stalking. I disappear. I swallow hard. 00:20:19.509 --> 00:20:22.529 It sounds like a steal of a deal, but deep down 00:20:22.529 --> 00:20:27.430 it feels like a setup, a trick, a trap. I look 00:20:27.430 --> 00:20:31.109 at the paper again, then at him. What does it 00:20:31.109 --> 00:20:37.849 mean? It's better to not know. I exhale. Your 00:20:37.849 --> 00:20:42.690 call. And what if I say no? He shrugs, but his 00:20:42.690 --> 00:20:46.210 eyes darken with a glint of heat. Then I'll keep 00:20:46.210 --> 00:20:51.019 calling. I'll show up at your mom's. At your 00:20:51.019 --> 00:20:55.619 place, and I'll torment you with my cock. I sigh, 00:20:56.140 --> 00:20:59.420 the weight of it sinking into my bones. How the 00:20:59.420 --> 00:21:02.619 hell did I end up in a situation like this? Why 00:21:02.619 --> 00:21:07.140 would I ever put myself here? I want out. I want 00:21:07.140 --> 00:21:11.240 clean. But he makes it all sound so simple. And 00:21:11.240 --> 00:21:14.000 I know better than that. There's always something 00:21:14.000 --> 00:21:19.220 else. Always a cost. Are you sure? Positive. 00:21:20.380 --> 00:21:23.240 Do what you're supposed to do, and I'll do my 00:21:23.240 --> 00:21:26.480 part. It feels like I'm making a deal with the 00:21:26.480 --> 00:21:33.519 devil. But I nod. Fine. I'll do it. Good. I go 00:21:33.519 --> 00:21:35.980 to work two nights later, feeling sick to my 00:21:35.980 --> 00:21:39.759 stomach. I do my rounds. I secure the place. 00:21:40.339 --> 00:21:43.940 I check every cell, every light, every camera. 00:21:44.920 --> 00:21:48.559 Everything's in order. But inside, I'm unraveling. 00:21:49.400 --> 00:21:52.559 I want to vomit. My hands won't stop shaking. 00:21:53.380 --> 00:21:58.519 Still, I do it. I hand number 23 the note. He 00:21:58.519 --> 00:22:01.240 beams at me, grinning like I just handed him 00:22:01.240 --> 00:22:04.740 a damn slice of birthday cake. I force a nod 00:22:04.740 --> 00:22:08.359 and walk off, a cold, dark feeling spreading 00:22:08.359 --> 00:22:12.980 in my gut. Something's wrong. And I know it. 00:22:13.400 --> 00:22:16.720 But it's too late. I get home and puke all over 00:22:16.720 --> 00:22:19.599 my sink. There's a storm churning in my stomach 00:22:19.599 --> 00:22:24.079 and I can't get over it. A day passes. Then another. 00:22:25.119 --> 00:22:29.880 Then suddenly. My phone vibrates. Inside the 00:22:29.880 --> 00:22:33.220 officer's group chat, alarms are going off. Everyone's 00:22:33.220 --> 00:22:36.380 blowing up the thread. During lunch, an inmate 00:22:36.380 --> 00:22:40.859 was killed by another. My heart stops. Number 00:22:40.859 --> 00:22:44.619 23 killed number 12. And that's when it clicks. 00:22:45.480 --> 00:22:50.460 Like ice water down my spine. TMT, terminate. 00:22:51.160 --> 00:22:57.660 Number 12, the inmate. CC, clean cut. Because 00:22:57.660 --> 00:23:01.019 that's exactly how they describe it. One clean 00:23:01.019 --> 00:23:05.339 slit, across the throat. I drop onto the couch, 00:23:05.559 --> 00:23:10.200 eyes fixed on my phone. No calls, no texts, no 00:23:10.200 --> 00:23:16.480 anything. Nothing. Vince just… stopped. Damn 00:23:16.480 --> 00:23:20.539 it. A week slips by. Still nothing. He's kept 00:23:20.539 --> 00:23:24.279 his word, or so it seems. Prince of his promises. 00:23:25.299 --> 00:23:30.640 Silent. Gone. A month passes. Still no sign. 00:23:31.380 --> 00:23:35.859 No pull. No pressure. It's almost as if he never 00:23:35.859 --> 00:23:39.460 existed. I go back to work like nothing happened. 00:23:39.920 --> 00:23:42.619 as if I hadn't just orchestrated an on -site 00:23:42.619 --> 00:23:45.720 killing, as if I hadn't been the hand that passed 00:23:45.720 --> 00:23:50.000 the blade. My heart is still heavy, but not as 00:23:50.000 --> 00:23:53.839 deep as before, because he's gone. I got rid 00:23:53.839 --> 00:23:58.880 of him, and he got rid of me. But somehow, somehow 00:23:58.880 --> 00:24:02.480 it feels like I'm the one who lost. Another month 00:24:02.480 --> 00:24:07.119 passes, and it starts to settle in. Vince is 00:24:07.119 --> 00:24:11.000 gone. He doesn't need me anymore. And the worst 00:24:11.000 --> 00:24:13.960 part is, he used me for his bidding.