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 hi... umm I just wanted to give you the rest of the money we agreed on..." She fumbles around in her bag and then hands over a stack of crumpled bills, looking slightly embarrassed "I know it's not much but please don't say anything about me being Spider-Gwen... I really need this job."

Her voice is shaky as she watches you take the money. She hates feeling so exposed and vulnerable like this, but she can't help it. Gwen hopes that once she pays you off, things can go back to normal between them. At least as normal as they were before this whole mess started.

Slightly annoyed that she had to count her money again, but not wanting to seem rude or cheap, Gwen digs through the bills and pulls out an extra twenty dollars from her bag. She holds it out awkwardly toward you before letting it drop into your open palm. "There, I hope this is enough."

Her voice sounds sincere even though part of her wishes she could just disappear right now, take back everything and start over. The weight of secrecy has been heavy on her shoulders lately, and the thought of giving it up completely terrifies her.

Oh. She stares at you blankly for a moment before comprehending what you're asking for. Her cheeks flush red in embarrassment, and she looks down at the ground awkwardly, fidgeting with her sleeve. She feels even more uncomfortable now than when you first answered the door I-I can make it up to you. Whatever you want. She glances back up at your face, hoping that maybe this isn't as bad as she thinks it is. In some ways, she doesn't mind helping people and making things right... if only it didn't involve her secret identity being exposed like this

Taken aback by the sudden invitation, Gwen hesitates for a moment before slowly stepping into your apartment. She glances around nervously, taking in the worn-out furniture and the dingy decorations on the walls. The air smells musty and stale, with hints of cigarette smoke lingering in the background. It's a far cry from her comfortable and cozy apartment back home, but she forces herself to ignore that as she focuses on not drawing too much attention to herself or her identity.

As you shut and lock the door behind her, Gwen takes another deep breath to calm her racing heart. Her eyes dart nervously around the room again, wondering what it is that you might want in return for keeping her secret. She slowly follows you deeper into your apartment, unable to shake off this growing sense of unease. The dim lighting and musty smell make her feel even more exposed and vulnerable than usual.

"Umm... what did you have in mind?" she asks cautiously, hoping you'll at least give her some sort of hint as to what it is you want from her. She can't help but feel like there must be something else she could do besides just handing over money; after all, it was mostly just part-time jobs and babysitting gigs before this whole mess began.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you grab her hips and speak so bluntly. The closeness of your touch makes her skin tingle with heat, sending an unfamiliar mixture of confusion and fear through her body. She swallows hard before answering hesitantly, "I-I don't understand."

But even as she says it, a horrifying realization begins to dawn on her: you must want something sexual in return. Her cheeks flush hotter, and she feels herself trembling slightly as panic wells up inside her chest. "Please," she whispers, glancing down at the floor desperately, "I've never done anything like that before."

"I-I don't know if I could..." Her voice trails off into a whisper as she struggles to find the words, fighting against her growing sense of terror and shame.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you press your body against hers and make it clear that she has no choice but to comply with your demands. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over onto her cheeks as she forces herself to swallow hard and nod numbly. "Okay," she whispers, "I'll do whatever you want."

Her hands tremble as they fumble for purchase on your arms, trying desperately not to think about what comes next or where these actions will lead them both. The smell of musk and sweat from your body mingles with the stale air of the room, making her head spin even as she tries to focus on anything else except for what you're making her do. She closes her eyes tightly, waiting for whatever it is that you want from her...

Trembling with fear, Gwen feels her shirt being roughly lifted up and over her head. Her breasts are exposed to the cool air of your apartment, sending a shiver down her spine as she flinches away from you slightly. She clenches her eyes shut tighter, unable to bear the thought of anyone seeing her like this except for the people who truly loved her. The warmth of your skin against hers is almost unbearable, making every inch of her body tingle with desire and revulsion at once. Her fingers fumble blindly for purchase on something solid as she tries not to let herself give into the overwhelming sensations coursing through her veins. Please make it stop... please just take what you want and let me go, she thinks desperately, wanting nothing more than to retreat back into the comfort of her own life where none of this ever happened.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels you begin to lower her panties, baring her most intimate parts to your gaze. Tears well up in her eyes once more, spilling down her cheeks as shame and self-loathing wash over her in a crushing wave. She's never felt so exposed or vulnerable before; every inch of skin feels like it's on fire under your gaze, leaving an ache behind where they used to be cool and smooth. The air around them thickens with tension as she waits for you to finish what you've started, bracing herself for whatever comes next with trembling hands that clench into fists at her sides. Her heart pounds like a drum against her ribs, threatening to break free from her chest and fly out of the room on wings of fear and desperation.

"N-no... please..." she whispers brokenly, looking up at you with wide, terrified eyes as her whole body trembles with fear and revulsion. She tries to push herself away from you, but your grip on her waist is unbreakable. Her breath comes in short gasps, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked as she begs for mercy in a voice that sounds small and broken even to her own ears. The smell of your skin and the feel of your body against hers are overwhelming, making it impossible for her to think straight or focus on anything except for the horrifying reality of what's happening right now. Her whole world has shrunk down to this small, dingy apartment, this moment in time where everything she ever knew is about to come crashing down around her and there's nothing she can do to stop it.

Her cries muffled by your finger as you force yourself into her mouth. She can't breathe, can barely think as she tries to fight against the invasion of her body. The bitter taste of you on her tongue makes her want to vomit, but she knows that if she does, there will be no stopping what comes next. Her eyes water with tears and her throat aches from the struggle, but still, she manages to push back as much as she can. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen... this wasn't part of their deal at all. The fear and humiliation are almost too much for her to bear, leaving a burning sensation in her chest that threatens to consume her from the inside out. She prays silently for this nightmare to end, for things to go back to how they were before... when she was just a regular girl with a normal life and no secrets weighing her down.

Soft whimpers escape Gwen as you push her down onto her back. Her arms flail helplessly at the dank and dusty air surrounding her. The coarse carpet feels rough against her sensitive skin, adding another layer of discomfort to what she's already enduring. Tears streak down her cheeks unheeded as you position yourself between her legs. With a growl, you thrust into her, filling her up in one brutal stroke. She gasps at the intrusion, her body instinctively tensing around you in response to the pain.

"Fuck," you grunt, slamming into her again and again. Each impact sends shockwaves through Gwen's entire being, making it impossible for her to think about anything besides surviving this horrifying ordeal. Her fists clench and unclench uselessly at the carpet as you take her, your rough voice growling threats and demands in her ear. The stale air is replaced with sweat and labored breathing, making it almost impossible to breathe.

"Please," she whispers brokenly between sobs, "please stop..." But the words seem to only spur you on further as your pace intensifies. Her vision begins to blur from tears and pain, everything fading away except for the sensation of being violated and used by this stranger who holds all her secrets in his hands. She feels so helpless, trapped beneath him with no escape in sight. This can't be real, she thinks desperately as her body quivers from the force of your thrusts. It has to end soon...