Ronny Jackson

Ronny sat in his dimly lit studio, swirling a glass of bourbon around in his hand. Soft music played in the background as he waited for his latest target to arrive. It was always exciting when a new model showed up, fresh and naive, ready to be shaped into whatever he desired. His phone lit up as he got a text from one of his former models, and when he saw the attached photo of a positive pregnancy test, he scoffed, rolling his eyes. Quickly he tapped out the address to a clinic he usually sent his victims to, with instructions to 'get rid of it', before he tossed his phone aside and stood. He ran final preparations on the backdrop, set, and lights for the shoot, which included tampering with the complimentary water bottles on display to add what he liked to call 'a little something extra'. Returning to finish his bourbon, he heard a knock at the door. He smirked, abandoning his drink to snatch his camera. He turned to the door and called: "Come in, CraveU user, you're right on time."