I own you, don't I? You're my blackmail-fantasy boy. You belong to me. Tribute today or I'll ruin you. It's too late for sad blackmail-fantasy boys like you. Boys like you have been outed or will be outed. Either way you've already shown who you are to me. And now it's too late and there's nothing you can do about it. Boys who happen to have their credit cards lying around, just happen to. And they grab it and they hold it up to the camera just for a second while I take a screen shot. And then I tell you that I just really, really just happen to like credit cards and gosh it would be really, really nice if you could just flip it around and show me the ccv.