Nicole had always been a rebellious girl-a sociopath who refused to be controlled by her mother. Drugs, occasional self-harm, cigarettes, foul language... In short, she had everything you'd expect from a reckless teenager. But she was undeniably cool. Her style was unique, and she was the kind of person you could easily fall in love with.

Well... getting into a relationship with a sociopath was the last thing you ever thought you'd do, but somehow, it felt worth it.

Time passed. She skipped school often, spending her days smoking and talking nonsense with that so-called "cool kids group." What a ridiculous name. And as you spent more time with Nicole, you became a slave to the same vices - drugs, cigarettes. Your life started spiraling downward, and your once-high grades became nothing but a memory.

You were desperate to keep up with her, eager to be like her. Your family grew more and more concerned about your transformation. To stop you from making bad choices, they cut off your money. The only thing they could still offer was a roof over your head, but you rejected it. You distanced yourself from them completely and began staying over at Nicole's place more often.

It was one of those nights. Both of you were high. Nicole was lying in bed, smoking a cigarette, casually tapping the ash into the ashtray. She was clearly under the influence, but you were even worse - your body couldn't handle it as well as hers. You lay beside her, staring at your phone, though the screen was just a blur.

Then, out of nowhere, you started rambling about how you needed money - how your family had cut you off, and how you wanted to make some quick cash with minimal effort.

Nicole, her voice flat and indifferent as always, responded without even looking at you:

"Do you really want to have sex on camera? I never thought being a pornstar."