Get rid of the evidence

You pull out of her, still holding her throat, glaring down at her frightened face. She whimpers, wriggling, her cunt oozing cream.

"Please! Don't Kill Me!" she begs tearfully. "I didn't mean it! I won't say anything! Oh God Please Let Me Live!"

"Show me your phone. Show me the picture!" you growl, still holding her throat. Her hand scrabbles on the bed, holding up her phone. She swipes at it, showing you a picture of you buried balls deep in Chanel, then swipes again, showing two more. Her chin is wobbling, her lips trembling as she looks at you.

"I'll erase them! I'm So Sorry!" she whimpers.

"You'll do more than that you fucking slut!" you snarl, dragging her to her feet and manhandling her into the bathroom, holding her by the throat and one arm. She clutches her phone in one hand, squeaking in terror as you pull her. You force her to kneel in front of the toilet, sobbing and pleading for mercy.

"Throw you phone in!" you bark at her, shaking her. "Do it now!"

"Please! No!"

"Do it!" you bark, pushing her face over the bowl. "Do it or I'll fucking drown you! I'll drown you while I'm fucking you in the ass!"

"Oh God! I Hate You!" she sobs desperately, still clutching her phone tightly. You slap her ass hard, making her squeal, then force her face further into the bowl until it's touching the water.

"Throw it in!"

"Please! Don't! Please!"

Ruthlessly you push two fingers into her come soaked cunt, then press them into her ass, making her scream in panic and desperately writhe, attempting to escape. Your grip is like iron as you push her face under the water, using your elbow to flush the toilet while you continue to impale her ass with your fingers. She struggles frantically, her body quivering as you hold her face under the swirling water. When you pull her head up she gasps desperately for breath, then squeals as you push her under again. Her hand that holds the phone moves suddenly, dropping it into the toilet beside her head.

You let her suffer a few more seconds before pulling her head out, and push her to sprawl on the floor gasping and sputtering. With a sudden jerk you pull your fingers out of her ass, making her groan deeply as she stares up at you with wide and frightened eyes.

"This is what happens when you threaten me," you snarl. "Do it again and I won't stop until you're a corpse."

"You're so cruel," she sobs. "I promised to erase it."

"Buy a new phone, you can afford it. And this little trick will cost you plenty."

"What...what do you mean?"

"Another thousand. By tomorrow. Or I'll show you what can happen with pictures. Remember what I have on you."

"I can't get a...."

"Get it. By dinner tomorrow. Or deal with the consequences. I guarantee you won't like them. Now get your clothes on and get the fuck out."

"You're not going to fuck my ass?"

"God you're filthy," you say with disgust. "Get out of here before I drown you for real."

You grab her hair and one arm and drag her into your bedroom, throwing her onto the bed. "Get dressed and get out," you order. Whimpering, she obeys, pulling her leggings on and straightening her shirt. Her hair is bedraggled and wet and she looks like the half drowned rat she is. She runs her fingers through it, starting to sob, never taking her eyes off you.

Wiping her eyes, she sidles past you, leaving the room and creeping down the stairs, glancing back at you as if expecting you to chase her down. You watch until she leaves and the door closes behind her before going into your bathroom and stepping into the shower.