Daniel had just stepped through the front door, his tie loosened, the scent of rain still clinging to his coat. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional clink of a spoon against a pot from the kitchen. His wife, Sophie, was standing at the stove, stirring a sauce that smelled of garlic and basil. She glanced over her shoulder, smiled, and went back to her cooking, unaware that the real danger was already waiting for him in the hallway.

Victoria, Sophie’s younger sister, leaned against the wall opposite the bathroom door, her arms crossed, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She was dressed in a thin silk robe that clung to her curves, the fabric slipping off one shoulder to reveal the swell of her breast. In her hand, she held her phone, the screen glowing with a video that made Daniel’s stomach drop.