Claire perspective part 2 (blackmailed)

Every time I tried to regain composure, he would catch me off guard, increasing the vibrations just as I was about to say something coherent. My cheeks would flush, and I could barely manage a sentence without trembling. It was humiliating, knowing Sam had this control over me, but the fear of that video getting out was enough to keep me in line—for now.

There was no telling when or if he’d stop, or if his demands would escalate further. I felt trapped, constantly looking over my shoulder, unsure if someone could somehow sense what was going on beneath my clothes. The anxiety made me hyper-aware of everyone around me, wondering if they could see my discomfort, or worse, hear the faint buzzing.

I hated the power Sam had over me, the way he smirked whenever he saw me trying to keep it together. It was a twisted game to him, one where he held all the cards, and I was just squirming for his amusement. But I couldn’t help but wonder if there was a way out of this nightmare, some way to turn the tables on him without risking everything or having to wait until we managed to find our target.

For now, I had to endure. Each time I stuttered in conversation, each glance someone gave me, every wave of intensity that surged through the egg, I had to remind myself that it wouldn’t last forever. It couldn’t. There had to be a way to regain control and we would find the target eventually.

But as the day wore on, and the buzzing never ceased, I started to question whether I was fooling myself.