Are you done my one?

"Where am I?"

Alison Fairchild felt a sharp pain in her head as she pressed her temples and slowly opened her eyes.

She found herself in a completely unfamiliar room, and this realization made her sit up in a panic.

As she sat up, she quickly noticed a photograph on the bed.

Alison froze.

The woman in the photograph was her.

Alison was frantic.

Because she realized that the photo was of her, and in it, she was completely naked.

She must be seeing things. That couldn't be her. It just couldn't be.

She had never taken such a photo, not even her boyfriend, Jackson Harvey, had seen her fully naked.

Unbelievable.

But the woman in the photo had a very distinctive red mole at the corner of her mouth.

Something must have happened last night, but she couldn't quite remember.

She only remembered Jackson accompanying her to a nightclub for an audition. She was applying for a singer position.

But where was Jackson?

Why was he gone when she woke up?

Alison tried to recall the events of the previous night. First, Jackson walked her into the nightclub, then he went to the restroom, and she anxiously waited for the audition to start.

Yes, it was that glass of water. She remembered now. While waiting for the audition, she only drank that glass of water. That must be where the problem started.

Then...

Then she remembered nothing.

Alison couldn't recall any more details beyond that.

Her backpack and clothes were neatly placed at the bedside.

Looking at the background in the photo, it was clearly this room.

Who took the photo, and for what purpose? Why undress her and take the photo? What else did they do?

Thinking of this, Alison hastily lifted the blanket and found herself intact, feeling a wave of relief.

Her virginity was still intact, which was a small blessing in this misfortune.

She examined the photo again. She didn't believe the person's only intention was to take her photo.

Soon, she noticed writing on the back of the photo.

"Open the laptop and check your email."

There was a seemingly new laptop on the desk.

She quickly opened the laptop and, in the meantime, checked her backpack.

Nothing was missing.

Her phone was off. Why was it off?

Alison turned on her phone and saw many missed calls, all from her boyfriend, Jackson.

Once the laptop was on, Alison quickly opened her email.

Her inbox was filled with photos of her.

She closed her eyes, unwilling to look, because all the photos were of her naked.

At the bottom of the email, there was a line of text.

"Alison, by 10 PM tonight, go to the apartment at the address below. The key is under the flowerpot by the door. Go in, clean yourself up, and lie on the bed.

A man will come to sleep with you.

You can ignore this, but these photos will appear all over T City.

Three months.

After three months, you can leave, and all the photos will be destroyed.

Here is the address of the apartment.

Nothing else."

The tone was cold and merciless, but Alison had no other choice.

She wanted to refuse, to ignore it, but thinking of the consequences made her shiver.

Outside, the streets were bustling with people and cars, and the sunlight fell, but it couldn't bring her any warmth.

Spend three months with that man, but what if he didn't keep his word afterward? What then?

Could she trust him?

Alison clutched her hair, struggling with the decision.

If she went, her body would not belong to her for three months, but to a man she had never even met.

But she wanted to give her first time to her boyfriend, Jackson. He was her love, and she was willing and happy to do so.

If she didn't go, she didn't dare to think about what would happen next.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Miss, does your room need cleaning?"

"No, thank you."

Alison refused the hotel housekeeping staff.

She decided to leave first. Quickly, she packed up, put on her clothes, and placed the laptop and photos in her backpack, then left the hotel.

On the street, Alison felt lost.

Just then, her phone rang.

In her current state of mind, she answered the call irritably.

As soon as the call connected, Jackson's anxious voice came through.

"Alison, where have you been? Your phone was off all night. I've been calling you. Where are you now?"

Before Alison could respond, Jackson continued.

"I went to your place last night, but you weren't there. Alison, where are you? Tell me, and I'll come get you."

Hearing Jackson's concerned tone warmed Alison's heart.

If she had to decide, she wanted to give her first time to her boyfriend, Jackson.

"Jackson, go to my place. I'll wait for you there." She quickly said and hung up before he could respond, too anxious to hear his voice any longer.

Having made up her mind, she didn't hesitate and took the bus.

On the bus, she reached her hand out the window, feeling the cold wind, and her heart gradually calmed down.

Everything would start and end on this day, the most precious thing in her life.

At the door, there was a pot of cacti with beautiful pink flowers.

Her hand trembled as she held the key.

Now, she was opening her own door.

Tonight, she would open the door to another man's room.

Alison returned to her place and hid the laptop. Jackson must never find it.

She didn't do anything else, just slowly undressed, letting the shower water spray on her nearly perfect body, as if preparing for what was to come.

Alison checked her body. There were no marks left. It seemed the person only took photos and didn't violate her, but thinking of the poses she made in the photos, she felt both ashamed and humiliated.

Ding-dong!

The doorbell rang. It must be Jackson.