Eighty One

Before her very eyes, her world was crashing. She could not believe her eyes. She could not believe she was seeing a tape that looked like her s*x tape. It just has to be her sex tape because she can recognize it anywhere anytime.

This is not happening.

She thought, shaking off the sickening feelings washing all over her. Tears were threatening to pour from her eyes but she blinked them back and looked back at Mr. Bushman

"What is this?"

She asked even though she knows what it is.

"Well, I think this is pretty clear. Isn't it?"

His tone was calm but cold, she could see traces of a smirk in his eyes.

She shook her head and tried to ignore the pain in her chest, "no!"

She exclaimed.

He chuckled lowly,” why not?”

He replied, crossing his arms over his chest."Look at you! You look like you have just seen your mother murdered in front of you and you are trying to convince yourself that it's not really happening"

She clenched her fists so tight her nails dug painfully into her palms