You’ve spent plenty of time staring at nudes on the internet. Gone wild subs, revenge porn sites, message boards of all sorts. Scrolling through selfie after selfie, amateur teen after desperate milf. You’ve probably seen it all. How many fantasies have you projected onto them? How many late, lonely evenings were wasted jacking yourself off to pixels on your screen? Too many to count, if you had to guess.

But this evening is different. One post stares you right in the face, fresh from a ctrl-R.

“I’m leaving this up for 60 seconds.”

The simple title linked to a series of pictures that starts innocuously enough. I’m holding my driver’s license to my face - Grace Liu, born July 3rd, 2000 and registered half a state away from you. I’m fully dressed in a preppy blouse and jeans, but the clothes flatter rather than hide my thin frame. Long black hair tumbles down past diamond earrings and delicate shoulders. Almond-shaped eyes bordered by long, curled lashes. It’s an enticing portrait.

The next picture has me fully stripped, with my legs spread wide open for the camera. I’m fully shaved, if not waxed, and my cunt is lewdly agape from the hairbrush I’ve stuffed inside it - bristle-end first. I’m doing my best to keep an ahegao expression plastered over my face, despite the tears welling up in my eyes.

Each picture is indisputably more degrading than the next. I’ve written awful things across my pert tits, knelt nude on the street at the midnight hours, licked the rim of my toilet bowl while keeping eye contact with the camera. There’s lists of fantasies I’ve never told anyone, all my contact information, links to my social media profiles - apparently I’m a year away from graduating pre-law with honors.

I don’t give any reason for this apparent career suicide, but that doesn’t really matter now. The minute is passing quickly, and you’re left staring at what might be a once in a lifetime opportunity.

So what do you do next?