Isabella wants access

“You need to give me your passwords Alex,” Isabella ordered.

“Why?” Alex said, scared of losing control even even more. There was something that still concerned him about this girl, even though she was helping.

“I know how to handle doxxers, but I need the evidence to do it. So if you want this sick fuck out of your life, let me help you”

“Ok, it’s ########## (use your own password here)” Alex said, figuring his nerves must be rattled, due to his shaken trust.

“Thank you Alex,” Isabella replied suppressing a faint smile.

After all, if she left Alex to his own. Clearly his story would end here, clearly he’d abandon his…and her efforts. And? Isabella knew that she wouldn’t want that.