Wrong. Ben actually has to do it.

Over the course of the next 12 hours, I basically witnessed my entire life being taken away from me by a very angry former football star whose sister I pressured into having sex.

He had literally zeroed in to where I had moved to and paid me and my roommates a very unexpected and tense visit. He outright stated what I had done, and his intentions with me. My roommates agreed that what I did was terrible, but thought that the methods of which I was to be punished was way too cruel and unusual. Although after displaying exactly what he was capable of doing to us physically (it looked like it really hurt), they backed off out of fear of getting hurt. Which, you know, I understand, but way to throw me out with the bathwater, you guys.

So I was completely at the mercy of Austin. And he didn’t seem like he was letting me off easy in any aspect.

He took me to my room, took a look at his surroundings, and grinned. “Lots of nice stuff you’ve got here,” he boasted, pulling some of the pictures off the walls. “ It’s a shame that it all has to go.”

“Wait!”, I exclaimed, trying to pull him away. “I can’t get rid of all this stuff! It’s all I own! I brought over everything from my parents’ place!”

He chuckled. “Not my problem, asshole,” he retorted, continuing to pull things off the walls. “If you care about your public image and your future, you’ll do what I told you,” he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and lifted me in the air, while pulling me closer to him. “Or I’ll make sure that you can never show your face out and about ever again.”