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I just took off my glasses. I got a $10 tip. Then I put on lipstick. Another $25 popped up on the screen. I met a mysterious big spender. I waited for more of his requests. He offered $50. He wanted me to change into a dress. I said yes without hesitation. Minutes later I sat in front of the camera. I wore a bright red dress. He kept his word. He tipped another $50. Then a message flashed. $100. He wanted me to follow his orders for 20 minutes. I felt fear at what he might ask. I refused. He raised the offer to $1,000. I looked at the rent notice on my desk. I agreed. I set the timer for 20 minutes. I asked what he wanted me to do. His first order was for me to cry. I tried to hold back my shame. I forced myself to shed tears. It wasn't enough. He wanted real tears or the money was gone. I pressed one hand against the doorframe. I pulled the wooden door with the other. The sharp pain brought tears streaming down my face. He was satisfied. Then he told me to cut my hair. I refused. He raised the offer to $2,000. I grabbed a fruit knife. I sliced off a lock of my long hair. The 20 minutes weren't over. He gave me an even worse order. I slowly pulled down the strap of my red dress. At that moment, my phone rang. The timer ended. $2,000 showed in my account. Then the screen flashed again. $5,000. He wanted another 20 minutes. This time I refused. The next second photos appeared on my computer. They were from everything I had just done. I told him to delete them. He replied coldly. Either continue for 20 minutes, or he would send them to my family and friends. I completely broke down. I slammed the computer shut. I thought it was over. Seconds later my phone rang. My family and friends had already received the photos.