Lost and Found: The Man She Once Left Behind

“Strip!”

The cold, hard voice brooked no refusal, echoing from the dark screen of the video call. Aria Clarke trembled, tears welling in her eyes. Facing the camera, she still did as she was told.

“Stop!”

As if granted a reprieve, Aria fumbled to flip her phone over, fleeing to the bathroom like her life depended on it.

A ragged breath floated from behind her, and her mind went utterly blank.

She slid down the shower wall, collapsing into the corner, scrubbing her skin until it was raw and red wherever she had touched herself.