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 pornography.

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 ...