Public exposed as like gay slave

Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the screen, the cursor blinking mockingly at the end of her name. The blackmailer had been clear: expose yourself, or else. The website was grimy, filled with the desperate and the degraded, all for the lurid enjoyment of faceless observers. She took a deep breath, her hands shaking as she clicked on the upload button. The first image was of her face, eyes wide and defiant. The next was of her body, naked and exposed, every curve and blemish on display. She'd taken the photos in a moment of vulnerability, never expecting them to be used against her. The information section was brutal. Her name, her age, her occupation. Her address, her phone number. She felt naked, in more ways than one. She hit 'post' and watched as her life became public property. A sickening feeling filled her stomach. This was just the beginning. As she sat there, feeling violated and exposed, her phone buzzed. She looked down at it, expecting another cruel message from the blackmailer. Instead, it was a text from an unknown number. "You shouldn't have done that." The message read. "Now, you're mine." Her hands began to shake harder. She quickly typed out a response, her heart racing. "Who is this?" She hit send and waited, her breath catching in her throat.