Annie sits there, staring at the words in front of her, her face almost white with the shock of what they say. Her mind is in total turmoil, stopping her from thinking, and for ten minutes she just sits there.
Slowly her senses return, and the strongest thought at the front of her mind is that no one should see her diary or the details within it, especially her husband. Again she chastises herself as she thinks of all the detail she wrote down; the websites, the usernames and passwords, and the things she put on those websites, her fantasies, even intimate pictures, maybe they don’t contain her face but her husband would recognise them if he was pointed in the right direction. And it’s likely her close friends may recognise some too, the locations, my god, some were taken at friends homes when they held parties.
And as she thinks about this she knows she has to do what he wants, her best hope that he wont ask for much more, that he will just enjoy playing with her online, tormenting her with demands like this, that really are no worse than she has done anyway, a few naughty pictures sent to online friends she is never likely to meet.
She grabs her camera from the drawer and with shaking hands takes a snap of herself, arm outstretched and pointing back to her. She glances at it, satisfied it at least shows him something, a picture of her clothed body, her skirt, blouse and jacket. She is sure it isn’t what he is expecting but she quickly loads in onto her computer.
“Ok, I agree” is all she writes as she send him the picture, biting her lip as she waits to see if he will response quickly.
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