The director asked if he could film private footage of me. To my own surprise, I agreed. Being at my own home made me feel strangely uneasy. But when he forcefully kissed me and started touching my crotch, my breathing became ragged. Embarrassed, I whispered, "Don't look..." Yet, he thrust inside and began pounding me hard—then the doorbell rang. At that moment, the director screamed, "Let's stop!" What will happen next?