49. Jolie
JOLIE
Plugging in the drive, I hold my breath as I click various buttons and work my way through a bunch of different folders. It takes me ages to find it, but my stomach bottoms out when I double-click what feels like my hundredth file and a bunch of videos pop up.
I can’t help a soft gasp.
Clicking on the first video file, I don’t open it but press the space bar to enlarge the box and see that it’s a video of a woman I don’t recognize. But I know that bed.
My guts twist into painful knots as I force myself to work down the files, my eyes bulging when I spot one of the English professors who’s the advisor for the paper.
“Oh my gosh,” I rasp and quickly move down the list, finding the video of poor Julia and then, ten clicks later, spotting the one of me.
My heart stills, my breath on hold as I click on it.
I don’t even know why. I shouldn’t want to watch this, right?
But I’m somehow compelled to see just how much he got of me.
Muting the sound, I press Play and watch in horror as I realize that he got all of it.
The cameras must have been on before I even lay down on that bed.
And there weren’t just cameras above us either. He has some in the walls on either side of his bed, because he got me from multiple angles. And he’s edited them together to make his own little porno.
I wince when I see that flash of pain cross my face when he first entered me.
Has he watched this again?
Gotten off on seeing my agony?
Smashing the space bar, I stop the video. I can’t handle seeing him come inside me. Thank God he didn’t strip me bare like he did some of the other girls.
Anger fires through me.
He has over thirty videos in this file.
Thirty-four to be precise!
“Sicko,” I growl, about to shut everything down and take the drive straight to the police station.
But then I hear something.
A soft beep.
A swipe of a card.
My breath hitches. My heart starting to pound like a bass drum.
Oh no.
Someone’s here.