Page 26 of Into Ruin

I reread it, but it’s not comprehending. WatchMe is a site for people to post erotic stuff. Pictures, videos, that sort of thing. Sex.

C is very obviously Camden. But he wouldn’t…

I scramble back to my room and grab my phone. I go to the website and search my full name, and my stomach drops when I get a hit.

My face.

My name.

A bio I most certainly did not write about how I’m adventurous and like trying exotic stuff.Excuse me?Bile rises up my throat, and I swallow sharply. I scroll down.

There’s a public photo posted.

I can’t look at it.

I have to. Don’t want to, but…

It’s like a train wreck. Or a car crash you pass on the highway. An ugly one, with glass on the road and maybe a burning engine. Pieces of the cars littered all over the asphalt. It leaves you questioning how it happened, if the people are okay—and knowing, deep down, they’re probably not.

So even though I should close out of it, I look closer.

My anger comes swift and hot. It’s not of me in my dorm or crashing in Royal’s bed the night of that party—or even in Camden’s room when he fucked my mouth. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had a camera set up with the previous girl, then left it running when I interrupted.

Nope. This is a whole new level.

This waslast night. The near-empty room, the air mattress—me, sleeping, my underwear kind of sucked into my ass crack a bit, revealing my cheeks.

I tilt my head and zoom in. There’s a decent number of details in the low light…

Okay, no, stop.

I cannot think he got a quality shot. I like photography—always messed around with a camera when I was in high school, then signed up for a class at FSU—and have been studying how to improve my craft.

Not that I’ve ever entered into the realm of what could be classified as boudoir. Maybe. My interest lies more in portraits. Faces. Especially the unaware ones.

I suppose this qualifies. Is that why something flutters in my chest, and not entirely in a bad way?

Because seriously, did he edit that? On what program?

Oh my God. What iswrongwith me?!

He posted that without my permission. He opened a whole account under my namewithout my permission.

I click on the caption, and the nausea returns.

Had a late-night visitor…don’t worry, we caught it on camera. ;) Premiering only for subscribers tonight at 10 p.m.!

There are four hundred likes.

Four hundred people saw that post. The photo.

I fall to my knees in front of the toilet. My stomach cramps, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I throw up whatever was left in my stomach.

This is too much.

Too far.

And the worst part? He’s gone. It’ll be done and posted by the time he gets back from the game, and I can’t do anything except watch it happen.

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