And a folded piece of paper underneath it.
I unfold the note with numb fingers.
Three words in dark handwriting:
You earned it.
The SD card slides into my laptop with a quiet click.
I'm kneeling inside the tent. Fairy lights glowing above me. My hands won't stop shaking.
The folder opens automatically.
Twenty-seven video files.
I double-click the first one.
The footage starts. My apartment. Two days ago. I'm sitting on the floor. Wearing Daddy's hoodie. Hair in a messy bun. Writing. The timestamp says December 23rd, 4:47 PM.
The angle is from above. Hidden camera. He was watching me before the auction invitation even came.
I should close the laptop. I should throw the SD card in the trash and call the police and?—
I keep watching.
The footage jumps forward. Time-lapse. Me reading the eviction notice. Me staring at the auction invitation.
He recorded all of it.
I click through all the videos. The limo, the preparation suite. The attendants washing me. Their hands on my body.
I'm holding my breath.
The auction. Me standing naked on the stage while men bid on me.
The cabin. The exam table. His hands. His mouth. His cock. Me coming so hard I blacked out.
I should stop.
But I don't.
The footage continues.
I click the fourteenth file.
The timestamp says December 24th, 11:32 PM. Six hours after I blacked out the first time. The basement dungeon—if dungeons have floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook a perfect winter woods. Different angle. Wide shot capturing the entire space.
I'm bent over a padded bench. Wrists cuffed to the legs. Ankles spread and locked to a bar.
He's behind me. Naked except for the mask. His hard cock hovering and bouncing in the air as his hand comes down hard across my ass.
CRACK.
The sound makes me flinch even through the laptop speakers.
My body on screen arches. My mouth opens. But I don't scream.
I moan.
