Nope

John smirks as he scrolls through the photos he took of Michelle , her bruised and battered body a testament to his power and dominance. He can't help but feel a sick sense of satisfaction as he imagines the reactions of his Call of Duty buddies when they see what he's done. With a wicked grin, he sends the photos to the group chat, eagerly awaiting their responses.

Camila watches with a twisted smile as John sends the photos, her eyes gleaming with malice. She knows that Michelle will never be the same after this, and she can't wait to see the look on her face when she finds out what her mother has done.

John's eyes gleamed with malice as he watched the messages pour in. "Who's the slut?" one of his buddies asked, followed by a string of laughing emojis. John smirked, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he typed out a response. "Just a whore I got in the mood for you," he replied, his tone casual. "You guys should try it sometime."