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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Eppient...)

You are woken by the sound of ringing. You wake up gradually, hearing the noise but not quite putting it all together. You suddenly remember about Rachel and answer it quickly. “Rachel, are you okay?”

After what seems like an age Rachel answers. “They have just left. I’m exhausted. I’m sorry about the video, I didn’t mean it. They told me to say it.”

You look down at your phone and see the missed calls and messages.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

Rachel sighs. “Well, considering everything I’m fine. I’m really sore, Paul’s fascination with anal was beyond a joke. I swear he came in me four times. His friends weren’t as big so it was less uncomfortable. How the hell did you get me into this?”

You are lost for words. “Sorry,” you say quietly,

Rachel laughs a sad laugh. “I really don’t think I can do it? What do you think? Just let him send the photos and video? He’s going to one day anyway.”

You can’t read the messages and talk to your girlfriend at the same time so you go with the questioning approach. “You don’t have to do anything.”

Rachel laughs at you. “He has the video you sent him. That’s sort of the point, I do. How do I get out of being the entertainment at his friends stag do? Twelve men! Ross, I can’t, I just can’t do it. It will kill me.”

“When is it?” you ask, as if that makes a difference.

“Saturday,” Rachel replies. “Paul said either I come to them and do it willingly or they will come here and do it regardless.”

You look at your girlfriend’s pleading eyes. “What if you are not here, go away for a few days?”

“Then he will release everything he has, including yesterday’s videos, onto the internet and post the video asking to be fucked on there also. What should I do, Ross?”