#release this!

Dear Karl, 

 I look forward to the movies you’ll be writing and I’m sure they’ll be better than this. But for now, I hope this suffices. The last month felt like getting drawn into a screen -- a film I wasn’t meant to be in, one I could’ve easily been written out of -- thank you for writing me in. It’s been swell. 

See you outside, please. We deserve it. Don’t you think? 

“What? You don’t want your fans to see you get slutted out on some stranger’s dick?” The mask taunted, running his hand up and down your thigh. “A little ironic, don’t you think? I mean, do you even know how many times I’ve jerked off to you—imagining I was the one fucking you?”

“Please, please,” you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping Ethan would come knocking—offering you an apology for blowing you off again. Hoping he would use his spare key and save you, hold you close, chase this fucking nightmare away. “Why?”

“Don’t worry, this can be part of my personal collection,” he hummed, tugging on the ropes that bound your wrists together. “Hmm? Don't act stupid, you little slut. Think recording with your blinds up doesn’t attract attention? I’ve seen your perfect tits bouncing while you ride that wimp of a boyfriend of yours—no subscription needed.”