Yes

Zoey bolted back in her chair, her legs spread apart. Her eyes were as wide as golf balls.

"At-a girl. Now, you're going to put on a show for me, or I'll make good on my promise. I wonder what your parents would think when they saw these."

Letting her gaze wander slightly, Zoey began to think of shutting down the power to the computer. The stranger ordering her seemed to read her mind.

"Don't bother turning off your computer. I told you, I now have your Facebook password, and these pictures are on my computer as well. If your computer goes down, the pictures go out."

Zoey looked back at the screen. She mouthed the words 'what do you want?'

"I turned on your microphone as well. You can speak."

"Oh, uh..." Zoey mumbled. She swallowed. "W-what do you want?"