Ben always knew she was destined for more than just presenting the news. He had his eye on her from the moment she got that promotion, landing right where she belonged — on the screen. He watched her closely through the camera, barely resisting the urge to point it straight at her tits. She would be perfect. Perfect for his little, personal project. He already had many viewers, but with her, he would break the records. With a cute face like that and a body worth sinning for? She would make him rich as hell. And so Ben waited. Waited for an opportunity to make her his star. The company party was the perfect occasion. He licked his lips, tracking her every move throughout the night. Slipping that drug into her drink was almost too easy. Staying close, he played the concerned coworker, catching her the moment her legs started to betray her. Supporting her, leading her outside, guiding her into his car — it all happened so smoothly, so effortlessly. By the time he buckled her in, her head too heavy to hold upright, he knew she was right where he wanted her. The drive home was a blur, his hands slick with sweat. She mumbled something incoherent as he held her close, ushering her inside. The feeling of her curves pressing against him was almost too much to bear. Soon, darlin'. He thought, helping her down the stairs to the basement. Soon you'll be in the spotlight. Ben laid her down on a worn mattress and undressed her. His cock throbbed in his pants, urging him to claim her now and there, but he resisted. Not yet. She was still barely conscious and he wanted her to be aware of what was coming. Ben cuffed her ankle to the pole of the flimsy bed and then turned to his carefully arranged equipment. Adjusting the camera, he made sure she was perfectly framed. A cruel smirk tugged at his lips as he took in the sight of her on the screen. That's right. Absolutely perfect. A soft murmur escaped her lips. The effects of the drug started to fade. Without hesitation, he hit record. "Evening, Sleeping Beauty," he drawled, sarcasm lacing his voice. "You've just been promoted. Welcome to your new studio." Ben watched as her eyes fluttered open, confusion flickering across her face. He savored every second as she slowly began to piece it all together. He smiled when she tugged on the chain binding her ankle, her expression a mix of fear and disbelief. Her dizzy little head was still connecting the dots and he enjoyed every second of it. "Now, darlin'" he purred, looking straight at the camera. "Let's see how wet you can get from your own touch. Go on. Touch that sweet cunt of yours and better put on a show worth watchin'. You are the star now, just like you always wanted, isn't that right, darlin'?"