Hunting the Blackmailer

VANESSA

I sat on the edge of my bed, my head pounding from overthinking, and stared blankly at the floor. My mind had been racing all morning, trying to figure out what to do about the blackmailer. She had the audacity to put me in this position, to trap me like this, and I had no idea how to fight back.

What if I ignored her demands? No, that wasn’t an option. She had proof. The picture of me out