Answer the door in just her towel

Emily's eyes gleamed with malice as she took a step closer to Holly, the phone still clutched in her hand. "You have a choice to make, Holly," she said, her voice low and menacing. "You can either answer the door in just that towel, or I'll post this video online for everyone to see." She paused, letting the threat hang in the air. "I'm sure Derek would love to see this, don't you think?"

Holly's face went white as she felt a wave of panic wash over her. She glanced down at the towel wrapped around her body, feeling a sense of vulnerability wash over her.

After making her way down stairs, Holly stared at the front door. Her hands trembled as she reached for the doorknob, her mind racing with fear and humiliation. She took a deep breath and pulled the door open, revealing a young man standing on the other side. He was holding a large pizza box and a sly smile spread across his face as he took in Holly's towel-clad form.

"Well, hello there," he said, his eyes raking over her body. "I'm guessing you must be Holly."

Emily appeared behind Holly, her phone still in hand. "Yes, she is," she said, her voice dripping with malice.

The pizza delivery guy's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement as he took in Holly's towel-clad form, his gaze lingering on the wrap around her body. Emily's smile grew even wider as she watched the exchange, her phone still clutched in her hand. "So, how much do I owe you?" Emily asked, her voice dripping with sweetness.

The delivery guy's eyes never left Holly's body as he replied, "That'll be $19.99 please...”, his eyes roved over Holly's body once more. "Although she could give me a little something extra for my trouble," he added with a wink.

Emily's smile grew even wider as she watched him ogle Holly. "I think you definitely deserve something for your trouble," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Holly, why don't you pay him and then we can figure out his tip."

Holly's face burned with humiliation as she hesitated, her eyes darting between Emily and the pizza delivery guy. "I need to go back inside for my wallet," she stammered, trying to edge away from the door. But Emily's grip on her arm tightened, her nails digging into Holly's skin.

"Oh no, no, no," Emily cooed, her voice dripping with malice. "You can pay him right now. I'm sure you have something on you to pay with." Emily's eyes flicked to the towel wrapped around Holly's body, and she smiled sweetly.