Blackmails Not a Game

While you’re distracted pumping away at your hand, let me make something very clear to you: I am not playing around anymore. I have the capacity to ruin your life, your family’s lives, to humiliate you at the snap of my fingers. Why would I do that? Simple. Because I can. I love watching you squirm, seeing your discomfort. And you’re too dumb to stop. I’ll tell you exactly how I’m going to ruin you, and you’re going to keep feeding me information. You. Are. Fucked.