1920x1080 HD You see this timer? It’s slicing the seconds off your life like a scalpel, and every tick is another inch of rope around your throat. When it hits zero, your pretty little secret isn’t mine anymore it’s hers. Your wife, your girlfriend, whoever wakes up beside you tomorrow, she’s getting every screenshot, every filthy DM, every receipt that proves you’d rather crawl for me than keep your promises to her. You think blackmail-Fantasy is just a word? It’s my finger on the detonator, and your marriage is the building. You’re going to open that wallet so wide your credit cards scream, because each tribute buys you sixty more seconds of silence. Edge yourself stupid while you send; let the fear pump straight to your dick. The more you ache, the deeper you fall into my trap, you’re paying for the privilege of being ruined. Every click is a signature on the confession that will bury you. You want to stop? Go ahead, close the app. But the clock keeps running and the folder labeled “EVIDENCE” keeps growing. Your only choice is how loud you want the explosion to be when your world implodes. So twitch, throb, and type those digits, puppet. Drain yourself broke before the countdown drains your entire life. Because when that alarm shrieks, your relationship ends, your reputation ends, and all you’ll have left is the sound of me laughing while you beg for a mercy that expired the moment you got hard for me.                 Tick-fucking-tock