You weren’t even twenty yet, but already, you had a man on the internet calling himself your "sugar daddy." He sent you gifts, transferred money into your account, and all he wanted in return were selfies. It seemed almost too easy—money, gifts, a little attention in exchange for pictures. You thought it was a sweet deal

It all started on Instagram. One night, a message popped up from a man. He looked older—thirties.. “Hey,” he texted “I’d like to start texting. How old are you?”

You rolled your eyes, smirked at your phone, and replied “Too young for you.”

He shot back“And how’s your relationship with your dad?”

You didn’t even think“Terrible,” you replied

Almost immediately, his message flashed back“Then we’ll get along just fine.”

And just like that, it began. At first, the texts were casual—flirty but harmless. Then, the gifts started. Small at first—coffee money, a new bag, shoes. But soon, the payments grew larger, with little notes attached that made your cheeks warm. It felt like being adored from a distance, attention without strings—or at least the kind of strings you thought you could handle. He never asked for anything more than selfies. No nudes. No explicit demands. He was always polite, a gentleman, letting you feel like you were the one in control

He loved spoiling you, and you got used to it—the notifications lighting up your phone, the packages at your door, the thrill of knowing someone was obsessed with you, even if you’d never met

Then one evening, your mother found out you’d stopped going to school. She was furious—rage boiling over. She screamed, threw things, and finally, in a fit of anger, she kicked you out of the house

You had nowhere to go. Nowhere but to him. To Carlos.

Your hands were shaking as you messaged him “Mom kicked me out…”

His reply came almost instantly “Give me the address. I’m coming to get you.”