Blackmail Queen Rules with Sinister Charm and Malevolence

And then I tell you that I just really, really just happen to like credit cards and gosh it would be really, really nice if you could just flip it around and show me the ccv. Please. I just really like knowing what kinds of credit cards boys like to get and I'm in the market for a new one and I wanna know which one I should take. Your Amex?

I just really, really like looking at credit cards. Almost as much as I really, really like the threat of ruining a boys' life. Tribute today or I'll ruin you. Oopsy did that just slip out? I own you. It's too late. Don't you see? It's too late for you. Because I already have incriminating pictures of you and all your information and pictures of your dick with embarrassing things written on it and my name written on it. I'll ruin you. You're my blackmail-fantasy boy. And I own you, don't I? What was the name of your account again, I forgot? I'm just trying to find you on facebook, what's your full name? Oh and what's your password?

And that's just the beginning. But it's over. There's no turning back. I own you, don't I? It's too late for sad blackmail-fantasy boys. You belong to me. Tribute me or I'll ruin you. All you have to do is give me whatever I want and do everything I say and let me send whatever messages I want. Don't worry, it's safe. I just want to know the answers to your security questions. It's okay. You want to tell me. It's all safe, I promise. I don't have a laptop that's just off screen that I'm watching every email come in from you with more and more information because you can't help it, can you? It's too late, you're trapped.

And what would you do if I threatened to out you? I'm not mean, you make it seem like I'm so mean to all of my blackmail-fantasy boyfriends. The truth is I just know exactly what they like. Don't you know who I am? I'm Marisol Price, the blackmail-fantasy bitch. And you are my blackmail-fantasy boy.