"How much?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Fifty," he replies, smirking. She hesitates, then nods, her stomach churning with disgust and need. He films her as she spreads her legs, taking his rough, unlubricated thrusts. She cries out, but he just laughs, flipping her over and continuing to use her until he's spent. The video will be sold, her shame and pain immortalized for strangers to enjoy.