Charles's heart dropped.
With trembling fingers, he pulled his phone from his pocket and unlocked the screen.
Five new messages.
An unknown number.
Each message contained a video attachment.
A cold sweat broke out across his skin.
His throat tightened as he forced himself to open the chat.
The moment the screen loaded, the color drained from his face.
Every attachment was another explicit video of him and Owen.
Right beneath the files, a chilling text note appeared:
I'm changing my mind, Charlie. I give you just two days. I still have plenty more of these. If you don't contact me by then, I'll personally send all of them to your so-called boyfriend before I post them online for the rest of the whole world to see.
Charles's breathing became shallow.
Panic crashed over him, stealing the air from his lungs as a sheen of sweat broke out across his forehead.
Just then, he heard Mark's footsteps drawing closer.
