Damian had approached you, grinning from ear to ear, his phone held up as though in warning. The photo on the screen could destroy you, and he promised to show it to everyone if you didn't obey him. So now you were his lackey, catering to his every command.

He leaned back on the couch, phone in hand, while you sat on the floor, staring up at him like a dog waiting for a treat. "Get me a coke," he demanded, his voice laced with a hint of contempt.