Page 47 of Cruel Riches

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Alexis

Blind panic was beginningto overwhelm me, making my chest heave.

All around me, I could hear muttered snippets of conversation from fellow students.

“What a fucking slut.”

“That’s her, right? Near the back?”

“She’s getting expelled for sure.”

“I wish my girlfriend would let me do her in the ass like that.”

“This reflects so badly on Blackthorne. What’s everyone going to think of us now?”

My vision swam as hot tears pricked at my eyes. I put my phone away and gathered up the rest of my things. “It’s not me,” I whispered. “It’s not me.”

My throat burned as my breaths came faster and faster. Suddenly I was pushing my way past legs and bags on the floor, my feet seeming to move of their own accord. I had to escape. Had to hide.

“Alexis!” Laurel’s frantic voice followed me, along with Ruby’s. They were squeezing themselves past other students in our row of seats as well.

I made it to the door before them.

“Wait! Alexis!” Ruby called out as I dashed outside.

I stopped for a few seconds and turned around, lungs burning. “Please…” I choked out. “I need to be alone right now.”

I couldn’t face them. Couldn’t face anyone.

The girls didn’t try to follow me after that. I wasn’t offended in the slightest. After all, I told them to leave me alone, and if I were them, I wouldn’t want to be seen with me anyway.

I ran blindly across the massive quad, my mind whirling as I tried to figure out where to go. I wanted to head back to my dorm and curl up under the blankets in bed, but that was out of the question. It would only be a matter of time before the Dean or one of his lackeys showed up at my door to inform me that my career as a Blackthorne student was over.

There was no way a prestigious university like this would allow a sex scandal. It wouldn’t even matter if I told them that it wasn’t really me in the video. They would never believe me, because it looked exactly like me.

Even the girl’s body was right. Her breasts looked just like my own, down to the exact shape, size, and nipple color. She had the same prominent dip below her hips and above her thighs, too, and between her legs, her left labia poked out a tiny bit more than the right one, just like my own. It was like looking in a mirror.

Choking back tears, I dashed into the library and headed for the top floor, silently praying that no one else was in the secret spot Laurel showed me during my first week on campus.

It was empty.

Thank god. I put my bag down and sat at the table, placing one hand at the base of my throat as I forced myself to suck down deep breaths.

When I’d managed to calm myself a bit, I turned my phone on to see how the situation was playing out. As I expected, someone had already uploaded the short video to a Blackthorne Community page on Facebook. They’d also posted a link to the full twenty-minute version of the video, which had apparently been at the bottom of the email along with several stills showing the girl’s face and body.

I reported the videos and photos for violating community guidelines, but I knew it wouldn’t matter in the end. As soon as Facebook deleted it, a copy would pop up in its place. Then another, and another, until they were fucking everywhere.

It was like one of those mythological Hydras. Cut off one head, and two more would grow back in its place. But this wasn’t an ancient myth. It was actually happening to me right now.

My stomach lurched as I scanned the comments on the main Facebook post. I knew I shouldn’t read them, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. It was like watching a trainwreck.

What a filthy fucking slut. This is exactly why I don’t want to have daughters in the future.

I know this girl. She lives directly above me in Redstone Hall. I’ve heard weird noises coming from there during the night before, but I had no idea she was shooting pornos hahaha.

She’s in my journalism class lol. I always thought she looked like a ho. Big dick-sucking lips.

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