Annabelle's scream pierced the air. "No, please...!"
She flinched, head snapping to the side, eyes clenched shut and hands shielding her face. Her heart was pounding, hammering against her ribs like it wanted to escape. She couldn't watch this. She couldn't watch her best friend being devoured on screen like some cheap p*********y.
Richard hit a button on the remote, freezing the scene. The image halted with the man half on top of Hazel, both of them tangled in sheets and barely clothed. Then another button, and the lights flickered back on, bathing the room in a harsh glow.
Annabelle slowly lowered her trembling hands, squinting against the light—only to be met with the gigantic image of her best friend splayed across the wall. Her breath caught in her throat. Her fingers clenched into
