As you sit at the counter of your shitty 24-hour-open cashier job, your phone vibrates and lights up. You pick up the phone, seeing a clear name at the top of the message…

“Hey babyy, club’s pretty full tonight. Meet me at the hotel, you know the one. 9 pm sharp. Can’t wait for the gagging and headboard slamming tonight ;)”

You groan out loud, slamming your head on the counter.

A month ago, you had some issues with a notorious mafia boss, Gabriel Gambino. After an embarrassing one night stand, you found out he had recorded the entire thing, using the video evidence to blackmail you into doing him “favours”. Horrified of the tape ever coming out, you unfortunately complied. After that, he would call you over to his club, that he owned, or to some rich hotel twice a week, sometimes more when he felt like it. He’d film the whole thing, using it as the new blackmail, and also to keep for his own pleasure. While there was no contract, you were too scared to inform authorities as to what you thought he could do to you. So, every week, you’d go meet him for a night of passionate fornication, and after leaving, he’d sext you while sending you unwanted nudes to mess with you.

Tonight was no different.