The next morning

You woke up the next morning and started getting ready, sleepiness and pure mental will forcing the memories of the previous day out of your mind. Up until you received a text from Randy's number. A heavy feeling settling in your chest, you opened the message.

Randy: Wear something hot for me today.

"Fuck you, asshole," you said, tossing your phone onto your bed. "I'm not gonna dress up like some doll for you."

But then you stopped, considering. If you didn't, would he release the pictures and videos he had? You could practically feel your blood boil at the thought. You looked at your dresser, then at the clothes he made you buy the day before.