Weeks later

The gig had been fine, at least the few people there seemed to enjoy it - thankfully nobody heckled or talked over her this time. But, as Olivia was packing up her gear she felt a disconcerting chill tingle up her spine, instinctively turning to glare at the bar patrons, none of whom seemed to be paying her any mind. It had been happening more and more frequently since that night, a sense of being watched. Of being followed. She kept telling herself it was all in her mind. She sure hoped it was.

Later that night as Olivia chilled out scrolling her socials she received a message from an unknown user: "You're already a star gorgeous... see for yourself."

The link that followed was shortened, so she couldn't tell what it was, but she assumed it was some kind of scam and ignored it. An hour later another message came through: "Watch it darling, otherwise it goes public."

This message was accompanied by a photograph, a clear image of the dusty old couch Olivia had woken up on, dishevelled and half-naked on that awful early morning. A knot twisted in her stomach as traumatic memories surfaced - she had never told anyone about what had happened that night, not even the other girls. Whoever this was had been a part of her **** and was now taunting her. Threatening her. What the fuck?

Olivia had awoken in the early hours of that morning disoriented and alone, wearing nothing but her bra and covered (and filled) with semen. It was obvious what had happened to her, even in her groggy state, but she resolved then and there to never speak of it. It was partly her fault, she figured, getting too drunk and doing **** with a stranger. Besides, she couldn't even remember what had happened, let alone with who and judging by the mess there was more than one man involved. More than two, or even three she figured.

The bar was closed by the time she woke, but the house was close so she quickly made her way back, then quietly sneaked in, cleaned herself up and went to bed as if nothing had happened. The other girls had all assumed she just picked up a guy and had some fun - they all had gotten a little loose after all - and Olivia was able to play it off for the rest of the weekend as if everything was fine. In actual fact, she was furious with her friends for not looking after her, and deeply ashamed of what had happened to her, but it was easiest to just try to push it down and ignore it. That was, until now.

As Olivia stared at the image of the couch all of her fear, shame and humiliation rose up again, along with an overwhelming rage. Whoever this was needed to pay - if they weren't going to let it go, then how could she?

"Fuck it." she said out loud as she clicked the link.