How to Deal With Blackmail
By Joseph Logsdon
When would he be free of his past? With no end approaching, Nolan was forced to give her everything he had. Even after five years, she still wouldn't leave him alone. Everywhere he turned, she would be there, constantly reminding him of his sinful nature. Still not satisfied with what he had given her, she demanded more money. Unless he was willing to give up his reputation, he would have to comply.
Nolan walked into the alleyway, nearly exhausted. He had the money, but what he didn't have, was his freedom. He waited, anxiously trying to keep himself together. There wasn't a moment to lose, not when his life was on the line.
"You're late," she stated, emerging from the darkness.
"The next time you call me, make sure it isn't in the middle of the night," Nolan grunted, frustrated by his situation.
"What's making you so jumpy? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were going to back out of our little arrangement. It wouldn't surprise me, when you consider everything I've done to you. It's the way things are, the way they've always been, really. Do you think I like doing this? On the contrary, I hate every minute of it. Most people don't commit crimes because they want to, they do it out of necessity. In that sense, we're both victims, regardless of what the police might tell you," she stated.
"I'm nothing like you, so don't even go there. I'm a kind, honest man, not some cheap whore," he grunted.
"Kind? Honest? The last time I checked, honest men didn't cheat on their wives," she laughed.
"Say that again, I'll kill you," Nolan threatened, hatred in his eyes.
"Where would that get you? You'd always be looking over your shoulder, worried that someone else might take my place. You're just a scared little boy, unworthy of any respect. The way you look at me, it's almost like you like being blackmailed," she laughed.
"That's the thing with you, you're always trying to push my buttons. I made one mistake my entire life, but how many mistakes have you made? How many men have you hurt? This isn't some game, it's my life. Pretend all you like, you know what I say is true. Stop what you're doing, before it's too late," Nolan pleaded.
"Why are you saying this to me? You're usually not this chatty, so why are you saying this to me? You'll never get rid of me, not unless you kill me. Whatever you're planning, it won't do you any good. I know you, you don't know me. The minute you try something, I'll make sure your wife knows what you did. You better get used to me, because there's no way out of this," she hissed.
"Oh, that's where you're wrong. I do know who you are, I've known for quite some time. During our last encounter, I followed you to your apartment. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. I almost gave up, until I realized something important. Almost every week, you were visited by a mysterious man. Naturally, being curious and all, I decided to have a closer look. Do you always give your boyfriends money?"
"Will you get to the point?"
"I happened to be in the neighborhood, so I took a few photographs. Would you like to see them? I can't deny, they're very sexy," Nolan stated, removing the photographs from his pocket.
"You think this will get you off the hook? Do what you will, it's all the same to me," she stated.
"Will your parents feel that way?"
"My parents, why?"
"Would they really want to see their little girl naked?"
"Give me those, you bastard," she screamed, reaching for the photographs.
"Expose me, expose yourself," Nolan threatened.
"Are you blackmailing the blackmailer? You can't do that, it's against the rules," she huffed.
"Try to get money from me again, I'll make sure you suffer for it," Nolan grunted.
"You'll have to excuse me, I'm not used to this," she sobbed, turning away from him.
"You've been at this for so long, someone had to put a stop to it. Go home, get yourself a decent job, and don't contact me again. What do you say, is it a deal?"
"This isn't the end, it's the beginning. You say you're trying to help, when actually you're only helping yourself. In the not too distant future, you'll come to me, beg me for money, and say it will be the last time, only it won't. I'm right, you just don't know it yet," she laughed.