“Oh Becky…” Cat sang in a low voice. “I think I should upload those pictures and videos to the internet. Don’t you think? Oh you’ll be famous. I’ll call it Becky Roberts Wets Herself and Gets Spanked. The Goth Queen’s Humiliating Fall From Glory. What do you think? Tell me, Becky. Tell me not to post it. Just say the word and I won’t.”
Cat giggled but frowned as Becky didn’t say anything. “I thought that would work,” Kelsey said. “Becky’s trying so hard not to disobey. But Cat… I think you shouldn’t send the pictures and videos yet. Instead, you should arrange with someone special. What’s his name? Edward? Evan? Allen? Who was it that you crushed on, Becky? Oh I remember. It was… Adam. Yes, Adam Locke. Let’s send the pictures and videos to Adam. But not until we show him Becky in person. How does that sound? Oh we could arrange a date between the two. And then expose Becky for the lying baby bitch she is.”
Cat snickered as she said. “I love the way you think, Kelsey. What do you say, Becky? If you don’t want Adam to see all this, all you have to do is say the word.”
Becky squirmed, tears in her eyes, but she stayed silent. She knew they were just trying to get her to say something. She had to ignore them, no matter how badly she wanted to scream at them.
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