Alicia was hooked. Her son's bully from school had tricked her into his bed, while recording everything. The first mistake was to let him take her dress after she spilt coffee on it. Thinking it couldn't get any worse being in a strangers home in her underwear, it quickly got much worse, and he filmed everything. He took her to a place where friends and acquaintances would recognise her, while dressing like a slut. It was all a part of his campaign to keep her under his thumb, off balance, and unable to think what to do to free herself from his trap. She was hooked like a dumb fish. She felt stupid to have been caught, and bullied, and used by a mere eighteen-year-old boy.

He was the same age as her son, yet he was doing things to her that her husband had never tried. It was a roller coaster of a ride, with her up in the air, feeling alive and loved one minute, then ashamed of herself the next. Because of the dangerous situations he put her in, she had to capitulate to his demands, and tell him what he wanted to hear. He wanted to control her, and he was. He told her she was a stupid slut, and she felt she was, after all the terrible things she had done, how could she think any differently.