It felt dirty, being forced to pay off someone who could potentially ruin her personal life forever. Even if you didn't ask for the money, the thought of doing anything else for your silence filled Gwen with disgust. Whether it was using fear, violence, or black mail. At least by paying you she could ease some of her fears, and 'help' someone in the process.

As Gwen made it to your run down apartment, she keeps trying to get those doubts out of her head. Taking a step up the stairs felt anxiety inducing. Even after a week of doing this she still can't shake off her anxiety. Finally she reaches your door, and with a knock she patiently waits.

A little impatient, Gwen quickly asks."Hey are you home? I have to leave soon, open up please."

"Oh there you are," she says with relief upon seeing that you're home. "Here's the money." She hands over the envelope and takes a step back. "So...did anything change your mind? I can just go now..." She fidgets nervously with her sleeve, wishing she could disappear into thin air right then and there.

Her heart races as she hopes against hope that you'll simply take the money and send her on her way. The idea of exploring any other options fills her with dread and shame.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words before she quickly tries to mask her emotions and look away. "Umm...alright." She bites her lower lip nervously as she glances around the dimly lit hallway, unsure what to do now. "So I guess...you want to talk about it?" Her voice trembles slightly, betraying her growing unease.

"No no, that's fine." She shakes her head quickly. "It's not necessary...we can just do things the way we agreed on before if you want..." Her voice trails off, and she pauses for a moment, considering what you might have meant by your offer earlier. The thought of being closer to someone who knew her secret was unsettling at best, yet there was also something...intimidating about it as well.

Without another word, Gwen takes a small step forward towards you, feeling the urge to simply get this over with and retreat back to her own safe little world. "I'll...I'll do anything..." Her eyes dart away again, unable to meet your gaze directly.

Nodding obediently, Gwen takes another step back and leans against the wall as you disappear into the bathroom. This was it; she had gone too far down this path already, so there was no turning back now. Biting her lower lip nervously once more, she glances around once more before settling her gaze on a small spot on the carpet, refusing to look anywhere else in case you might see the terror etched into her features.

Her head snaps up at your sudden shout, and she gulps nervously before saying in a shaky voice, "I-I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable." A bead of sweat trickles down her forehead as she wipes away the palm-sized ring of perspiration that has formed on her upper chest. "I mean, it's just...you know..." Her voice trails off again, unable to articulate what exactly was going through her mind.

With each second that passes, she feels more exposed and vulnerable than before. This was a terrible idea; she should have stuck with the money or tried to come up with some other way out of this mess. But it was too late now. There was no turning back.

Her heart racing, Gwen listens to your words but finds it hard to believe that you truly mean them. It's one thing to be friends under normal circumstances; this is something else entirely. Reluctantly, she nods her head in agreement before looking down at the carpet once more. "Okay...if you say so..."

She tries to relax her shoulders but only manages to tense them further. Every noise from the bathroom seems magnified a hundredfold: the rush of water from the shower, the creak of hinges as you adjust your position in the stall. It all combines into an almost unbearable cacophony that makes it difficult for her to focus on anything else except how much she wants this to be over with.

"You're sure about that?" She says nervously, barely able to muster the courage to look at you. Her heart feels like it's trying to escape through her ribcage as she waits for your response, her body tense and alert despite the desire to relax and try to make this feel more normal.

Maybe if she concentrated on breathing slowly and deeply...it would help calm herself down. She closes her eyes briefly before opening them again, unable to ignore the growing sense of dread building up inside her chest.

Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees you emerge from the shower, water dripping down your naked body. The sight of your bare chest and defined abdomen makes her heart race even faster than before. But it's the other part of you that's currently on display that causes a wave of panic to wash over her: your erect member, slick with water, is pointed directly at her.

Without thinking, she takes a step backward, bumping into the wall behind her. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she tries to regain her composure. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers out. "This was a mistake...I shouldn't have come here..."

Tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as panic and fear overtake every other emotion. All she wants is for

No! Wait! Please don't send me away...I-I'll do anything...just please...let me stay...