I looked at myself on the screen in disgust. The smell of fish and the disgust of this video almost makes me puke. I’m wondering what this man wants. I don’t have a lot of money, or know anyone important for him to keep me hostage, so what could he want?

“This video, could stay a secret,” he says, “under one condition.”

I’m speechless, and if I open my mouth I’ll probably puke. He takes the silence as a “go on.”

“We make our own little video,” I gasp and swallow the puke that is about to come out. I stare at the screen and debate whether or not this video is bad enough to show my husband.

“What kind of video?” I barely can ask.

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” he signals the screen with his eyes. I swallow hard and taste the puke more.

“Please, no,” I beg and he laughs.

“Should’ve thought of that before you fooled around with this guy,” he gives me a look saying that he’s serious about sending this video out.

I begin to unstrap my bra and tears stream down my face.

This cant get worse. Right?