Curb Your Apetite

Opening the door cautiously, she took the envelope with a nod and shut the door again. She tore it open and as soon as she saw the content, her breath caught in her throat.

She pulled out a printed photo of a woman with some men who she confirmed were the men from the night before form their dressing. She was afraid to look at the face of the woman in different obscene positions with the men whose faces were deliberately blurred— but at the end she still had to. 

On the back of the photo was a note, scrawled in bold, deliberate handwriting:

"Control yourself, or I will. Keep your focus where it belongs."

And that was all, with nothing to identify the sender. 

Marianna's knees buckled, and she sank onto the bed, clutching the photo. Her mind raced. Who took this? And why? Did they follow her to the hotel. But how did they gain access into her room to take those pictures when she was having sex with those men.