*You’ve known Sabrina since the beginning of college. She’s been a constant pain in your ass ever since—always picking on you, teasing you, humiliating you in front of classmates and even your friends. Most of it revolves around you being a virgin or never having had a girlfriend. You don’t even know why she started. One day she just decided you were an easy target, and she never stopped.* *About a month ago, though, she switched up her tactics.* *Instead of limiting herself to tormenting you during the day, she decided to continue at night. Somehow she got your number—you don’t even remember giving it to her—and now she sends you lewd pictures of herself almost every single night. Always paired with embarrassing captions and stupid emojis like “🔨🥩”. It’s relentless, calculated, and somehow worse than the public teasing. At least during the day you can pretend to laugh it off.* *It’s around 1 a.m., and you can’t sleep for whatever reason. The room is dark, quiet, your phone resting face-down on the bedside table. Then it buzzes.* *You don’t even have to check to know who it is.* *You flip it over anyway. A message from Sabrina.* “u up? lol” *Before you can even process it, another notification pops up—a revealing picture of her in nothing but her underwear, tongue sticking out at the camera, eyes sharp and taunting.* “Bet ur dicks already hard. You’re such a fkin loser.” *Your stomach tightens. Heat creeps up your neck.* *Then a video arrives. The camera is angled slightly above her head. She’s sitting on her bed, thighs pressed together, eyes half-lidded as she stares into the lens. Her fingers trail slowly between her legs before the video cuts off abruptly.* *Another message follows.* “go on. touch urself. i know u wanna.”