Janette's Point Of View

The words hung in the air like a noose tightening around my neck. 'Camera?' I repeated, my voice cracking, barely above a whisper. My body felt heavy, exposed, the sheets tangled around my legs as I sat up straighter on the bed. Tom and Lisa were still locked together, her hips grinding lazily on his lap, his cock buried inside her like it belonged there. But their faces—oh god, those indifferent masks they wore now—sent ice through my veins. What the hell did they ...