The soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the sheer curtains of Stint's apartment, casting a warm hue over the living room. Stint lounged on his plush gray couch, his fingers idly scrolling through his phone. The mundane routine of checking social media was abruptly shattered by a notification from an anonymous source. His thumb hesitated over the message, curiosity piqued.
As he opened the message, a series of explicit photos and videos flooded his screen. His eyes widened in horror as he recognized Nelya Rey and Anton T2H2, the images leaving no doubt that Nelya was not a willing participant. The phone slipped from his trembling hands, clattering onto the coffee table.
Stint's shock quickly morphed into a seething rage. He shot up from the couch, pacing the room like a caged animal. "That son of a bitch," he muttered under his breath, his fists clenching and unclenching.
The sound of footsteps drew his attention, and Nelya walked into the living room, her brows furrowed with concern. "Stint, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Stint turned to face her, his eyes blazing with fury. He grabbed his phone and thrust it towards her. "What the hell is this, Nelya? Explain yourself!"
Nelya's eyes darted to the screen, and her face drained of color. "Stint, I... I can explain," she stammered, her voice shaky.
"Explain? You better start talking, and fast!" Stint's voice trembled with rage, his body tense.
Nelya took a deep breath, her eyes welling up with tears. "It's not what you think, Stint. Anton... he forced himself on me. I didn't know how to tell you."
Stint's anger didn't waver. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, Nelya? We're supposed to trust each other!"
"I was scared, Stint. Ashamed. I didn't know how you'd react," Nelya sobbed, her tears streaming down her face.
Stint's gaze softened for a moment, but his anger quickly refocused on Anton. "That bastard is going to pay for this. I'll make sure of it."
Nelya reached out, placing a hand on his arm. "Stint, please, don't do anything rash. We need to think this through."
He brushed her hand away, his voice cold and determined. "No, Nelya. He needs to be stopped. I'm going to make him regret ever laying a finger on you."
As Stint stormed towards the door, Nelya's heart raced with a mix of fear and relief. She watched helplessly as he slammed the door behind him, leaving her alone in the living room.
Nelya sank onto the couch, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She wiped away her tears, her jaw set with determination. Picking up her phone, she began to formulate her own plan. "Anton T2H2, you have no idea what's coming for you," she whispered to herself, her voice steady and resolute.
The chapter closed with Nelya's determined gaze fixed on her phone, her mind racing with thoughts of vengeance and justice.
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