Text Sabrina.

“Let’s see…”

John leaned over and picked his phone that was resting on the table.

He did not want to reveal his identity just now – although he did not plan to really hide it – and installed a phone burner app. After connecting it with Sabrina’s phone number, the phone number that he got from the company WhatsApp group that was made for a project that never went through.

His fingers quickly tapped on the screen and typed a message.

[Misss Sabrina, do you recognize this?]

He attached the link to her Only fans and then sent the message.

Yes, the only fans and not the raw masturbation footage he had stolen from her phone just today. He planned on using that later, maybe he would even be able see her reaction personally then.

At the same time, he wondered what kind of reaction would she have right now? Someone completely unknown had sent her a link of her onlyfans while also calling her by her name. It must be quite horrific and really shocking.

Fortunately, he did not have to wonder for long as the reply came almost instantly.

[Who are you?]

It was just one sentence, but John felt like he could sense the fear and panic as well as the sense of urgency behind it.

[That is not of importance right now. What is of importance is that I have saved all of the photos and videos from your account so there is no point in deleting it now.]

Even though he had not saved any of the videos or photos from Sabrina’s only fans account, he just said that because he did not want her to delete the account just yet out of fear. It could be interesting in the future.

And what if she really deleted it? It was not like he needed it. He already had ‘evidence’ far more useful.

This time there was a short delay before the next message came.

[What do you mean?]

[I have no idea what you are talking about.]

[Haha, there is no need to pretend. You can be honest with me, Miss Sabrina. Perhaps your family members, or your friends from college, or even your coworkers from the firm might be interested in these photos or videos.]

A delay even bigger than the previous one. John thought she might be flipping things over or grabbing her hair in anxiety while trying to process the fact that she was in a very **** position.

[…Are you blackmailing me?]

[Why aee you doing this?]

[What do you want?]

[Do you wantt money? How much di you want?]

All the messages came in rapid succession, ensuring John that Sabrina was struck with panic and typed frantically. The multiple typos were a proof of that.

John ignored all the starting questions and only answered the last one. He simply replied.

[What I want is not money.]

[Then what do you want?]

John could feel the other side getting impatient. He did not need to think about his answer as he already knew what he planned to do, however, he took his time to reply.

[I have a task for you. Go to the supermarket next to Central Plaza, and buy the list of ingredients that I will send you before heading over to the public park near Baker Street.]

[You have an hour to complete this task. And you need to go alone without telling anyone. If you don’t do that, I don’t know who will receive these pictures and videos.]

After he pressed the ‘send’ button, John could not stop himself and burst laughing. He could get his grocery done like this, and also achieve his goal — two birds with one stone!