Yes

Less than an hour later your phone lit up again.

Same number. Another video. No message.

You stared at the notification longer than before. The previous clips were still burned behind your eyes—Katie stripping, Katie being edged with the toys, Katie wrecked and glistening on the couch while Brian stood over her accepting cheers. Your thumb moved almost without permission.

Play.

This video had no sound.

The camera framing only from the waist up. The living room floor was crowded with people sitting in a loose circle—Brian’s friends, Chloe, faces you recognised from earlier. The image looked familiar, a truth-or-dare circle reformed on the carpet.

In the centre of the frame Katie sat on Brian’s lap.

Both of them were topless. Her bare back rested against his bare chest. His arms were around her, both hands cupped over her breasts, thumbs and fingers slowly rolling and pinching her nipples. Katie’s head was tilted back against his shoulder, lips parted, eyes half-closed. Every deliberate twist of his fingers drew a visible reaction from her—her mouth opening wider, her shoulders shifting, the way her chest rose in an uneven breath. She didn’t pull away. Her hands rested loosely on his thighs, making no effort to stop him.

The camera stayed on them for most of the clip. Other people in the circle were only partial shapes at the edges—shoulders, gesturing hands, the occasional glance toward the pair in the middle. Brian kept playing with her nipples in unhurried circles and pinches, sometimes tugging just enough to make her body jolt faintly against him. Katie’s face stayed flushed, her reactions continuous and unguarded, as if the silent game around them had already moved past the point of protest.

The video ended on a close crop of Brian’s fingers stretching one of her nipples while her mouth fell open in a clear, silent moan.

You lowered the phone.

No sound. No view below the waist. Nothing that could be called absolute proof of anything more than what you had already seen. Yet the image of her sitting topless in his lap, letting him play with her in front of the same people who had left your house hours earlier, settled into the quiet of the living room like another weight you couldn’t shift.

Katie still had not come home.