Chapter 5

Her eyes try to burn my face off. “What do you want?” She asks with a voice showing a hint of defeat.

I roll my eyes and grin a little wider. “I told you, mom. To talk. Now calm the fuck down, or I’m going to do exactly what I said I would.” My voice is calm throughout and her eyes are no longer burning into mine.

She lets out a groan and nods her head. “Fine, Jill. Let’s talk, but then you’d better release me.” Her voice is filled with daggers as she continues, “You aren’t pregnant, are you?”

I shake my head and my grin fades. “No, mom, I’m not. It was the best way to get you drunk. If you didn’t eat, it would hit you quicker.” I keep my voice at an almost flat tone.

She scowls and I know she wants to slap the shit out of me right now. “Why?” Her voice is filled with controlled anger.

I could draw this out a little longer, but there’s no need. “Getting you drunk and tying you up with your own straps was needed to make the video. And don’t think you can just go and grab my phone. I’ve already emailed it to myself.” My voice takes on a new cadence to show I’m in control.

Her eyes widen at the last part. “Why the fuck would you do that?” she asks with a little fear on her face.

Instead of answering her, I start the video and show her the evidence. Her eyes widen as she’s forced to watch herself. My voice comes across clearly and her jaw drops as she starts to get an idea of what’s driving my actions.

My smile fades completely as I stare into her eyes and wonder if she’s seen it yet. “Blackmail.” My tone is businesslike and this is nothing more than a transaction.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you? I’m your mother. How dare you do that to me.” The words come racing out of her mouth in a blitz of anger.

“I’m tired of answering questions, mom. Here’s how this is going to work. You’re going to do whatever the fuck I want, or I send the video to everyone at your church. It doesn’t matter what the truth is, since it looks like you were enjoying yourself. They’ll never believe your innocent daughter would ever do anything like this. And if that’s what your thinking of telling them, it isn’t my face on the video.” My voice is paced to let her hear each part clearly.

She’s almost in a state of shock, but the anger is keeping it at bay. “What do you want?” Her voice sounds distant as she tries to make sense of everything.

“For now, I’m going to release you and you’re going to take off your clothes. If you fight me at all, the video is going to be emailed. And if you think I’m bluffing, just go ahead and tell me to go to hell.” The cadence is a little different as I add a little to make it appear more like an order given.