Please just say yes, and let me get out of here. “How do I know you’ll actually own up to it?” His tone’s tinged with skepticism. “You’re scared. You’re willing to say anything just to get out of here. I doubt you’ll be so generous once you’re back at school. You might even try to convince the faculty that I’m the liar.” My mouth turns dry. “Well…” “I want a video confession,” he interjects. “Here and now. I pull out my phone, and you confess to everything.” My stomach plummets. “Alright.”
OH MY FUCKING GOD, WHY WOULD YOU AGREE?!?!?!?????
