Wiping the cum out of my eyes, I started trying to stand up. Brian had his back turned towards me, and was speaking quietly enough on his phone that I couldn't hear what he was saying. The camera was still rolling, and I was so close to it that I knew I'd be able to smash it, to get rid of that footage.
Drenched in semen, I started tiptoeing towards the camera, grabbing my clothes as I went. The camera was within reach, and I took it silently. Brian still hadn't turned around – I couldn't believe it! I snuck out of the door, peeked to make sure no one was about to walk in on my naked body, and – heart pounding – ran towards a stairwell, slipped my clothes on, and disappeared down the street, still wiping cum from my hair. I had escaped! And I had taken that awful footage with me! What I didn't know is that Brian had let it happen…
"Yeah," Brian said into the phone, wiping cum off of his dick. "I let her go. No, of course I let her take the camera. She thinks she's free. Well, don't worry. We'll get her, and we'll capture the really good stuff. Yeah, I talk to you later."