You discover that Dave posted the images to an anonymous image board

The morning's breakfast kitchen felt like a crime scene as you clutched your (well, Carrie's, really...) mug of coffee tightly, in an attempt to stop your shaking hands. Every muscle in your lower body ached, a reminder of the carnage inflicted upon you. You were wearing a high-necked sweater in the summer heat to hide the purple bruises blooming like they were a necklace.

Carrie had already kissed you goodbye — clearly enjoying the novelty of your broad shoulders, but as soon as the door clicked shut, the domestic quiet began to gnaw at you. You needed to do something.

"Dave is gone..." You mutter under your breath. He would typically be out for a couple hours doing God-knows-what, which bought you some time. You needed to move, your hips swaying in your denim skirt in a way that felt increasingly natural as sashayed to Dave's room, to find something, anything, that can get him off your back. Fortunately for you, he didn't lock it.

You began to dig in his drawers. What you found slightly disturbed you — it turned out Carrie was right — not were there plenty of missing panties, including a pair of lacy white ones you remembered her searching for weeks ago, there were some other used items she complained were missing, including a hairbrush tangled with her brunette strands, and a half empty bottle of her favorite expensive perfume, cap opened and glass smudged. It was a sickening realization: he hadn't just stolen her clothes; he created a perverted sanctuary out of fragments of her life.

You suddenly noticed a glow in the end of the room. He left his computer unlocked. Bingo. You thought. There was more information there than you thought — turned out he saved all his bank account passwords in a text-file on his desktop. Useful, but traceable. You instead decided to go through his Chrome's history tab. At first there was nothing interesting as you scrolled through... until you saw it. An imageboard website with the tab labeled: "Roommate's Girl Corrected, Yoga Ed"

Your eyes widen in horror. No, no, no, no. You thought, as you clicked on the link. Anything but that...

Unfortunately, that it was.

There you were. The thumbnail was a high-scale resolution of your face — Carrie's face — pinned against the pillow, eyes wide and mixed with shock and involuntary bliss. You scrolled down, breath bated, as you read through the replies, including Dave's, who was posting under the handle 'MasterAnon'.

Anon: Fake and gay. No way that's a '25-year old amateur yoga teacher'. Look at the way her mouth opens, she looks 35 and has def been in pro scenes before. OP's posting some stash he found online

MasterAnon: Sneed harder. She's 25, literal wine mom in training pampered by her beta boyfriend. Only reason she looks like a 'pro' is cause she found the man of her life. Her body was begging to be used.

Anon: Still not buying the 'yoga teacher'. Perfect skin, no sweat, no wear. Either that's a high end escort or bored housewife. 25 year olds don't just roll over for a guy who smells like g-fuel and stale doritos...

MasterAnon: That's the beauty. She's spent her whole life treated as a queen. That perfection is just the wrapper I'm tearing off

You scrolled past a bit more. At a certain point, several anons began to make suggestions.

Anon: If she’s so bendy, we need a flexibility check. Post the view from a downward dog next time you're behind her

MasterAnon: Already ahead of you. I’m thinking of having her do her morning routine while I record from the floor. She won’t even try to stop me

Anon: OP, record her reaction to these comments. I want to kek as she finds out a couple thousand pervs are lmaoing at her beta bf

Anon: Make her write a note thanking you and listing all the reasons you're better than her beta loser. Have her hold it next to her face and post it

Anon: She must have massive core strength as a yoga instructor. Make her do the plank while using her as a footrest

MasterAnon: all excellent ideas

There were some, however, who were still extremely skeptical.

Anon: Absolute LARP. Look at the lighting in the third pic, you’re telling me a shut-in like you has a professional studio setup in a shitty room? This is just a leaked OF set. Post a timestamp or get out

Anon: OP is 100% LARPing. Look at the skincare and the hair, no "normal" girl looks that polished while getting wrecked. You just found a folder on a paywalled site and now you’re pretending you’re the one behind the camera. Post a timestamp on her skin or this thread is dead

Anon: I recognize those curtains. This is just a repost from a 2019 thread on /s/. Nice try, MasterAnon. Unless you can post a photo of her holding a shoe on her head, we all know you’re just a basement dweller with a vivid imagination

MasterAnon: Cope harder, retards. She's real, and I'll have her hold a timestamp in that purple g-string of hers later this night. Stay tuned

At some point you grew tired, and you shut off the tab and closed the browser, not before wiping the recent history. You suddenly heard a car drive into your driveway. It couldn't have been Carrie, it was too early. That means...

You quickly pitter-pattered out of his room, leaving behind no evidence of your presence, before shutting yourself into your bedroom.