we met online

'Put on the dress i ordered and send me pictures of you on it.'

I stared at the screen for about 5 minutes and let it all sink down. He must be kidding. Another meassage pops out.

'Send it to me now'

what an attitude! If he hasn't paid me so much for just three dresses i would kick his balls. I mean it hard.

I'm starting to feel like this business is gonna be a rough ride i let out a deep breath and do what i was told.
I put on each dresses and took a mirror selfie. I look at the pictures and end up redoing it again because i look like a piece of wood standing lifeless and so stiff. The dresses are so beautiful but when i put it on i feel like I'm ruining them. After i got a few decent pictures. I sent it to Mr. Alfoso hoping that he won't make me do something stupid again. I lay down on my bed feeling so tired and let sleep take me. Not long enough when i heard car engine booming outside my house i quickly look outside my window and see the devil it self.

'What the fuck'