"H-How did you...?" Charlotte trembled as she stared at the image before her, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Some little bird found this for me," I said, a smug grin playing on my lips. "And let me tell you, it's quite the scandalous discovery."
"W-What are you planning to do with that?" Her words were shaky, betraying her nerves.
"I wonder," I teased, enjoying the power I held over her.
I could practically sense her trembling as she processed the revelation. It was like a cold splash of reality washing over her. Strangely, a surge of satisfaction washed over me. Was it my sadistic side coming alive? I always claimed to detest coercion, but this didn't feel like forcing—it was a willing act, albeit done for blackmail.
