Chapter 5: Exposure

The night air was cool and crisp as Lexie walked across campus, the sound of her shoes clicking on the pavement echoing in the silence. She felt like she was in a dream—a nightmare. Her phone buzzed again, pulling her back to the cold reality.

Wildcard4U had sent another message.

Wildcard4U: “You’re still not getting it, are you, Lexie? I own you now. And it’s time to prove how far you’ll go for me.”

Lexie’s stomach churned as she read the message. She wanted to throw the phone into the river, to smash it into pieces and walk away from this nightmare once and for all. But the truth was, she couldn’t. She couldn’t risk it. Not after everything that had already happened. Not after the photos, the lies, the threats.

She didn’t know what it would take to make it stop.

Her mind raced as she unlocked her phone again, fingers trembling. She had already agreed to too many things. She had already sent too many pictures. She had already broken too many boundaries. What could be worse than everything that had already happened?

Wildcard4U: “I want you to do something special for me tonight, Lexie. I want you to streak across campus. Completely naked. Just you, alone, showing the world who you really are. I’m going to be watching, and so will everyone else.”

Lexie’s heart skipped a beat, her pulse quickening in her chest. Streak? Naked? In public?

She couldn’t do it. This was too much. This was ... humiliating. She could barely even imagine it, much less actually follow through with it. She had already been embarrassed by the photos, by the whispers behind her back, but this—this was a step too far.

But as she stood there on the cold sidewalk, her phone buzzed again.

Wildcard4U: “You’re not going to back out, are you? You’ve already given up your dignity for me, Lexie. This is just the final step. Show me you’re willing to sacrifice everything, just like I knew you would.”

His words were poison. Every letter was like acid eating away at her resolve. And it wasn’t just the words—Lexie could practically hear the smug tone in his messages. He knew she was weak. He knew she’d cave.

For a long time, she just stood there, staring at the screen, paralyzed. She wanted to scream, to run away, to tell someone—anyone—the truth. But what good would it do? She had already dug herself so deep, hadn’t she?

Her breath quickened as the reality of what she was about to do sank in. She was losing herself, piece by piece, and she didn’t know how to stop it.

Then the message came again, sharp and cold.

Wildcard4U: “If you don’t do it, I’ll make sure everyone knows what you’ve done. I’ll send everything to your parents. I’ll send everything to the school. I’ll destroy everything you’ve worked for. Everything.”