Just as I was about to go confront Ruben, I received a strange text message:
"Come with sincerity to please me, or the online trolls won't be removed."
An hour later, I found myself at Ruben's house.
Ruben was leaning against the door, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and blowing out cigarette smoke. He barked:
"Come in!"
The moment I entered, he extinguished the cigarette, hoisted me over his shoulder, and marched toward the master bedroom.
He threw me heavily onto the bed.
He loosened his tie and pulled a box of condoms from his pocket, commanding:
"Open it, please me. If I’m satisfied, I’ll call off the trolls!"
When I saw what he was holding, my ears instantly burned with embarrassment. I turned my face away:
"No... I... can't!"
He grabbed my face and twisted it back toward him:
"Joanna, think you’re tough now?"
"Don’t think that just because you have a hundred thousand followers, you’re something special."
"I’m telling you, without me, you’re nothing!"
With that, he aggressively leaned in to kiss me.
Crazy. He’s completely insane!
I wanted to cry, but no tears would come.
I had never seen Ruben like this before.
This version of him was a stranger to me, and even more terrifying.
Hector held me and gently patted my back, whispering:
"It’s okay, it’s okay."
But just then—
There was a violent crash from outside the car window:
"Joanna, get out here!"
"Drive! Drive fast!"

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