She hangs up the phone

Maisie thought about it only for a few seconds before she took a deep breath and looked at the phone as if she were talking to the woman face-to-face. "Listen here, you bitch! I don't know who you think you are, but if you think I'm just going to lie down and take it then you have another thing coming! I'm going to keep this phone so that when the authorities do arrive like you said they would, I'll have you taken to court for **** and sexual ****. If you don't want to deal with me, I suggest you get rid of these videos, give me back my stuff, and never call me again! Am I being clear?!" she yelled into the speaker before hanging up, her face red with fury as she paced back on forth naked before going back to her room and covering herself for the night.

On the other side of the line the female operator was mildly stunned. She had not expected this from someone like Maisie Williams. In her experienced, these sheltered celebrities almost always fell in line when in similar circumstances. She would have expected this kind of response from a singer that came from a rough background and in those cases they had to use more physical forms of subduing them.

She was disturbed for only a moment before composing herself again. Ms. Williams may have chosen the harder route but there was no way for her to escape the fate of a rubber **** once her client had made that request. When a person had enough money, controlled enough businesses, and had as much influence, nothing was out of reach, not even a fading actress with a chip on her shoulder. There was no doubt that Ms. Williams would be taken tonight; the plan just needed to be modified appropriately. Nothing Maisie Williams did would change the final outcome.

With a brief sigh, she called her team. "Complications have arisen. Proceed with plan B."

Ms. Williams will now learn the hard way not to defy her new owners.