>>6036049>>6036157>>6036216>>6036237>>6036238>>6036257>>6036521>>6036556She finally opens up about her relationship with the arrogant delinquent bully: "I started dating him because he's the first boy to notice I'm a girl. We've been friends since we were kids, but you never asked me out because you don't see me as a girl. He did and asked me out, so I thought, why not? I didn't expect it to turn into something serious."
You feel a pang of guilt for not recognizing her feelings, realizing how it must have hurt her self-esteem and led her to agree to date the first scumbag who showed interest.
You ask gently: "What happened?"
She sighs, her eyes downcast: "On our first date, I had a drink with him. I thought I could handle it, but I blacked out and ended up sleeping with him, losing my virginity while passed out."
You're shocked, but her story suddenly makes sense. A wave of anger surges through you as you wonder if that bastard spiked her drink. It wouldn't be the first time someone like him used such a vile tactic.
The thought of your friend being date raped makes your blood boil, and you clench your fists, struggling to keep your composure. If it's true, you want to make him pay for what he's done.
You ask, trying to keep your voice calm: "Why did you keep seeing him?"
She looks down, guilt written all over her face: "It felt nice, being seen as a girl, and having sex is fun. I ended up making videos with him, and he told me to send nudes. I didn't think much of it then... but we had a fight a while ago, and he threatened to leak our videos to everyone if I broke up with him."
Your heart sinks. She's being blackmailed, just as you'd feared. It fits the pattern your gym bros warned you about: seduce girls, get them to make sex tapes, and then blackmail them into worse things.
You say firmly: "You can't let that scumbag blackmail you into doing things you don't want."
She shakes her head, looking even more guilty: "I did a lot of really lewd things on camera. I don't want those videos to come out and for you to think I'm a slut."
You desperately try to think of a way to help her.
> "You're not a slut. You're my friend, and we’ll find a way out of this together," you promise her, determined to save her from this nightmare.> "If he ever shares your private videos and photos, I'll beat the shit out of that bastard," you vow, your protective instincts kicking in.> "I would never look at your nudes. We're friends, and I respect you too much to ever objectify you like that," you reassure her, hoping to ease her guilt.> "Did that bastard ever offer you drugs or ask you to sleep with others?" you ask, trying to ascertain if your gym bros are right about his intentions.> "We need to report him to the authorities. He can't get away with this," you suggest, considering a more official route to bring down the bully.> "You deserve so much better than that scum. Don’t ever forget that," you tell her, hoping to boost her confidence.> ........ 