My Best Friend's Camera Trap - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
You are reading My Best Friend's Camera Trap, Chapter 6: Chapter 6. Read more chapters of My Best Friend's Camera Trap.
The photos displayed Sophia in scandalous lingerie, every inch of her flawless skin and perfect curves exposed to the lens. Some shots looked candid—like she hadn't even realized she was being photographed.
My breath caught in my throat.
Beside me, my husband cleared his throat awkwardly. "I had the same reaction when I first saw them. But there's more. Do you want to keep going?"
I gave a stiff nod. With a few taps, the screen loaded a paywall—one dollar for access.
The page refreshed, revealing rows of video thumbnails. Each offered a three-second preview—Sophia in different outfits, different settings: sprawled across a bed, lounging in a living room, half-hidden in the woods, even draped in a high-slit cheongsam. Her face was blurred, but anyone who knew her would recognize that body anywhere.
Full access cost eighty-eight bucks.
My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the endless feed. At the very bottom, an option glared back at me: Customize Your Experience—$198 for specific locations, outfits, or camera angles. Choices included rooftops, dressing rooms…
For a second, my mind short-circuited before the realization hit like a punch. Does Sophia even know about these?
The videos were all blurred, obscuring her expressions. Most looked like hidden-camera footage. If Derek had posted these without her consent—I grabbed my phone to call the cops.
My husband caught my wrist. "Hold on."
I whipped my head toward him. He hesitated, then said quietly, "I think… she might be in on it. This isn't just videos. They're selling lingerie too. Used ones. If Derek's been running this for a while, there's no way she doesn't know."
Ice flooded my veins.
If that's true… does she have any idea what she's gotten herself into?
He exhaled sharply. "That's why I want you home. Staying with them isn't safe. Honestly? After seeing this, I don't even want you near her anymore. There's something seriously messed up going on with both of them."
I didn't answer.
Sophia had been my best friend since college. How could she have become… this?
The silence in the room was suffocating.
My husband waited. My mind flashed back to last night—Sophia's insistence that he loved me.
What if she's being controlled? What if she thinks this is what love looks like?
The thought coiled around me like a lifeline. I couldn't just leave her in this.
I scrolled to the latest comment, posted two days ago:
"Is the girlfriend available for rent? Name your price."
Beneath it, Derek's reply:
[DM me.]
My breath caught in my throat.
Beside me, my husband cleared his throat awkwardly. "I had the same reaction when I first saw them. But there's more. Do you want to keep going?"
I gave a stiff nod. With a few taps, the screen loaded a paywall—one dollar for access.
The page refreshed, revealing rows of video thumbnails. Each offered a three-second preview—Sophia in different outfits, different settings: sprawled across a bed, lounging in a living room, half-hidden in the woods, even draped in a high-slit cheongsam. Her face was blurred, but anyone who knew her would recognize that body anywhere.
Full access cost eighty-eight bucks.
My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the endless feed. At the very bottom, an option glared back at me: Customize Your Experience—$198 for specific locations, outfits, or camera angles. Choices included rooftops, dressing rooms…
For a second, my mind short-circuited before the realization hit like a punch. Does Sophia even know about these?
The videos were all blurred, obscuring her expressions. Most looked like hidden-camera footage. If Derek had posted these without her consent—I grabbed my phone to call the cops.
My husband caught my wrist. "Hold on."
I whipped my head toward him. He hesitated, then said quietly, "I think… she might be in on it. This isn't just videos. They're selling lingerie too. Used ones. If Derek's been running this for a while, there's no way she doesn't know."
Ice flooded my veins.
If that's true… does she have any idea what she's gotten herself into?
He exhaled sharply. "That's why I want you home. Staying with them isn't safe. Honestly? After seeing this, I don't even want you near her anymore. There's something seriously messed up going on with both of them."
I didn't answer.
Sophia had been my best friend since college. How could she have become… this?
The silence in the room was suffocating.
My husband waited. My mind flashed back to last night—Sophia's insistence that he loved me.
What if she's being controlled? What if she thinks this is what love looks like?
The thought coiled around me like a lifeline. I couldn't just leave her in this.
I scrolled to the latest comment, posted two days ago:
"Is the girlfriend available for rent? Name your price."
Beneath it, Derek's reply:
[DM me.]
End of My Best Friend's Camera Trap Chapter 6. Continue reading Chapter 7 or return to My Best Friend's Camera Trap book page.