Bound by Fear

VANESSA

For the past three days, I had been watching. Waiting.

Every morning and evening, I sent those messages—short, simple threats designed to dig under her skin. Watch your back. I’m coming for you. It was amusing how easy it was to make someone crumble with just a few words.

And crumble, she did. And funny enough, I had stopped receiving the blackmailing messages for a while.

I stopped by at