What was I supposed to think when my rapist’s son contacted me? But when I finally understood that he knew what you did to me and wanted to help me make you pay for it, I was totally on board.
Why wouldn’t I want to punish and humiliate the man who humiliated me, who violated me and made me feel like shit? Now it’s my turn, isn’t it?” She held up her phone and took a picture. “That’s a good one. Just so you know, Blake gave me corroborating evidence. If you’re not good, I’ll report you. So, you have a choice: diapers or prison. Which would you prefer?”
Steve hung his head, ashamed, shocked, angry, scared, and hurt.
Blake spoke out in a commanding tone, “Answer her, Stevie!”
“Diapers. I’ll take the diapers.”
Blake and Laurel glanced at each other, smiling. “We thought so.”
“Please don’t let this get out,” the star begged. “If it does, I’ll be ruined.”
Blake grinned at him. “You don’t understand. That picture Laurel just took? She’s already sent it to a reporter!”
“What?! No!”