With every word that left her lips, Levi's shock deepened. The weight of the reveal crashed down on him, crushing. His chest tightened, his mind spun—at that moment, he wished the earth would split wide open and swallow him whole.
"Wh-what? I don't believe you," Levi stammered, his voice cracking. He tore his gaze away, refusing to meet her eyes—desperate to shut out the truth, desperate not to face it.
"Oh, honey," Jennifer sighed, her palm pressing gently onto Levi's hand. "But it is true, and you just have to live with it."
Levi froze, her words tearing into him. Every syllable replayed in his head, dragging him back to that night—the party he never wanted, the way he'd been forced into it. Anger flared. With a sharp tug, he yanked his hand free from Jennifer's soft grip.
Jennifer rolled her eyes, her sigh heavy, impatient. "Oh geez, here we go again." She tilted her head, mocking. "You know what? Why don't I show you?"
Levi's breath hitched as he watched her rise to her feet, smooth and deliberate. She strode toward the living room, where her phone rested on the couch. Fingers quick, she snatched it up, tapped, swiped—her gallery glowing in the dark.
And then, as her eyes skimmed the screen, Jennifer smiled.
What the hell is this crazy woman doing? Levi thought, confusion tightening his brow, suspicion burning in his squint.
Whatever it was, it reeked of something off. Sketchy. Dangerous. And as she turned back toward him, he realised—he was about to be forced into watching it.
Jennifer sat down on the chair she had just risen from, her movements deliberate, eyes locked on him. Then she tilted the phone, its glowing screen facing him.
A video played.
Levi's stomach dropped, his heart hammering. What he saw shook him to his very core.
It was porn—raw, unfiltered—but not strangers. Not actors. No… it was him. His body. His face. And every single woman in his flat.
"Holy shit," he breathed, voice breaking. "No—no, that's not true. It's a deepfake!"
Jennifer scoffed, rolling her eyes as she yanked the phone back from his shocked stare. "Seriously? A deepfake? Please. I don't even know how to do that."
Levi's jaw tightened, his gaze hardening into steel. "Delete it," he said, calm but commanding.
Jennifer looked at him with a flabbergasted gaze, "Are you serious, right now?" she asked before letting out a hilarious laughter, "You seriously don't know why I'm showing you the video. You have to be so fucking daft to think I'll delete the only thing that will enable me to access your life"
"Access my life? What are you even talking about?!" Levi demanded, angered, "First you drugged me and now you want to-"
The young man paused, thinking about what this video meant. After this conversation, he had planned on reporting this situation to Mr Johnson, but the evidence of everything was on Jennifer's phone.
If he planned on doing so, this could act as something to back Jennifer up. And when she spoke of having access to his life, she probably wanted something from him.
Could be money or anything?
Levi looked at Jennifer, his eyes widened.
"You're.... blackmailing me"
Jennifer grinned, her eyes glaring into his soul. "Well, I won't say it's blackmailing," she said, "But that's quite close, if you are the victim of such"
"You fucking bitch"
"Ohhh, I love it when you talk dirty. It makes me horny, you know?" said Jennifer, chuckling widely as she bit her lip.
Levi glanced at the phone, which Jennifer had kept on the desk, but the young woman had already caught sight of his plan, and before he lunged to grab it, she reacted quickly.
"Ohhh... not so fast, honey," she said.
"Delete that video now!" Levi demanded, banging the table.
"You're gonna have to catch me first," said Jennifer, rising from her chair.
The scene was a whole cat-and-mouse play, but with Levi's speed, he caught up to the woman, pinning her against the ground as the chase reached the living room.
Jennifer breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling. Levi was on top of her, and just from the sight of his well-chiselled. She bit her lip, rubbing her knee on his crotch.
Wasting no time, he grabbed the phone from her grip, standing to his feet as he tried to unlock, swiping the screen as it displayed a passcode.
"Fuck, there's a password," he whispered, frustrated.
Jennifer sat up, looking at the man with a pitiful expression, "Oh, honey, what's the matter? Need a password?" she said, her brows knitted as she made a cute, crybaby face.
Levi glanced at her with a side gaze, dropping the phone to the ground, before crouching closer and pointing a stern finger at her, "Listen to me very carefully," he said, the young woman gazing into his eyes, "I don't have time for your little game. Delete this, or else you and I are gonna have a lot of issues"
Jennifer looked away nonchalantly, "No... I won't," she said, acting more like a cunning child who wasn't planning on stopping their bad behaviour.
Levi sighed, rising to his feet. He stood quietly, not saying a single word as Jennifer shared short glances with him, "Alright," he began, "What do you want from me? Money? Half of my next salary?"
Now that the young man had spoken with a calm voice, Jennifer had seen this as a win. Finally, he could cooperate.
"Finally, you said it," she said, rising from the ground as she majestically walked towards him, placing her hand on his chest as she dragged her finger down to his groin, "But I don't want money from you. I want something far better"
Levi quickly stopped Jennifer as she almost reached his crotch, "What are you talking about?" he asked firmly.
Jennifer released her hand from his grip, "Well, isn't it obvious?" she said, wrapping her hands around him.
"Just say what you want and be done with it?" said Levi.
Jennifer rolled her eyes, annoyed by Levi's ignorance of what she wanted, "My God, Levi. Isn't that obvious?" she said, annoyingly, before biting her lip, "We want you to pleasure us, make us feel good, you know?"
"My God...." Levi muttered as he realised what the woman wanted, "You want me to have sex with you"
Jennifer took her hands off him, quickly, slightly striking him on the chest, "Bingo!" she said.
"You're sick, I tell you, very fucking sick!" said Levi.
"Oh, for the love of God, Levi. Stop acting like you wouldn't want all that pleasure for yourself," she said, slowly taking the apron off to reveal her pierced nipples, navel and a wet, dripping clit. Then she spoke slowly as she rubbed herself, "Like you wouldn't want something like this"
Levi glanced away, trying to think of what to do. For a moment, he would like this kind of pleasure as a man, but being forced to serve as a sex slave kept him in a corner.
"From that look on your face, I'm sure we can cooperate," said Jennifer, "Besides, I would like to be the first to get a taste of my share. The others would like to take the opportunity if they saw you first, but I'm quite greedy"
Levi's brows knitted, "What do you mean... the others?" he asked, "Who else has the video?!"
Jennifer looked away, then at Levi, her hands behind her back, a look of guilt etched on her face.
Levi asked again, "Who else has the goddamn video?!"
Jennifer stiffened at his roar, her lips parting, but no words came out. The silence between them stretched, heavy, suffocating.
Levi stepped forward, his fists trembling at his sides. His voice dropped, low and venomous. "Tell me. Right now."
Jennifer's shoulders hunched as if the weight of his anger pressed down on her. Slowly, her eyes lifted, shimmering with guilt, with hesitation.
"Hey… relax, okay?" she whispered, though her voice shook. "... fine, I'm not the only one."
Levi's chest rose and fell, his breath jagged. "Then who, Jennifer? Who else?!"
Her silence broke with a sigh, her head tilting back in defeat. "Every woman in this block," she admitted, her words falling like a blade.
Levi staggered a step back, the floor tilting beneath him. His rage and disbelief collided, exploding. "Every woman?! Are you out of your damn mind?!"
Jennifer flinched, then slowly lifted her head, meeting his burning stare. "Well, if I wanted to blackmail you, I'd need backup, wouldn't I? And besides…" she shrugged, her tone dipping into excuse, "…I was forced to give them the video. It's not my fault, I was powerless."
Levi's jaw clenched, anger boiling over. "Not your fault? After shoving drinks down my throat until I wasn't myself? Don't you dare. This is definitely your fault—and you damn well know it!"
Jennifer rolled her eyes, exhaling in mock exhaustion. "Come on! Stop with your whining, you're the one who forced yourself on me, and now you have to pay the price. So grow some balls under that huge cock of yours and be a man." Her lips curled into a sly smile as she stepped closer, her palm pressing flat against his chest. Fingers traced upward, teasing, rubbing deliberately over his nipples. The touch was bold, shameless—her body language the same as a whore trying to convince her client.
"Oh, honey, you know you definitely want this, just accept, and we can move on", she purred, her hand gliding slowly across his skin, her voice dripping with seduction.
Levi froze, his mind spiralling. Every word, every touch twisted inside him as he tried to piece together her story, her lies, her truths. After battling the storm in his head, he exhaled sharply. Reluctantly, he nodded.
"Fine, I'll do what you want", he muttered.
"What? I didn't hear what you said there," she said playfully, leaning closely with her hand on her ear.
Levi heaved, "I'll do what you want!" he said loudly.
Jennifer's face lit up instantly. Clapping her hands like a child unwrapping a gift, she squealed, "Yayyyy! I knew you couldn't resist." A sultry smile curled across her lips as she bit down softly, eyes glittering with mischief.
She turned, strutting away with a teasing sway of her hips. "I'll be back, darling," she said, scooping her underwear off the couch, dangling it with a wicked grin. Tongue out, she waved her fingers in playful farewell before disappearing.
Levi sat still, his body betraying him. His cock hardened at the sight, throbbing against his will. Growling, he pressed down on it, forcing it to soften, his breath ragged. Within seconds, it dulled, but the storm in his head raged louder.
The pleasure came when it was willing. This? This was different. Being cornered, forced, paraded as some sex toy for women with towering builds and insatiable appetites—it was a nightmare wrapped in temptation. If the offer had been honest, if it had been choice, maybe it would've been sweet. But this deal was poisoned, toxic to the core.
I have no choice but to live with it, Levi thought, fury burning through him. Jennifer's threats weren't empty. And that damn video hung over his head like a guillotine.
"Dammit!" He slammed his fist against the couch, sighing in anger and disappointment.
Dragging himself upright, he staggered toward the kitchen. His legs felt like lead, but he made it to the counter, snatching a glass of water. He gulped it down, hoping to cool his brain, to burn away the poison thoughts clawing at him.
But even with the water, even with the cold, the truth remained. His mind gnawed at it relentlessly.
How was he supposed to walk out of his apartment—knowing every damn woman on this block had that video? That they'd all seen him in compromising, humiliating situations? That they'd all touched him, used him, forced him in ways he could never erase?
As these thoughts crossed his mind, his cellphone, which was on the couch, began to vibrate, and as he rushed to read the message on the screen, he knew it was over for him.
"Oh, shit," he said as he gazed at what was the cause of this.