Heather sat at Caius's desk, staring at the computer screen. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted slightly in shock.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The video played again and again, like a nightmare she couldn't escape from.
There she was, on the screen, a boy was dancing on her, too close, and he was laughing like he knew her. Her face was flushed, her eyes glassy.
It was obvious she had been drinking. Then, just moments later, the scene shifted.
The boy lay on the floor. He wasn't moving. His body twisted awkwardly... he was lifeless!
Heather's heart pounded in her chest. Her palms felt clammy.
She watched the next part of the footage, her own figure slumped against the couch, her wrists handcuffed—maybe by him.
She could see it clearly now. He had handcuffed her. And somehow… he ended up dead. But there were other voices in the video.
So, how could she possibly explain that. She could hear female voices. Not any she was familiar with, though.
