Twisted-Games

it contained.
Not opening strange files from unknown senders was Computer Security
101, but this was an email only my close circle had. I had a separate one for
public correspondence.
Then again, it wasn’t difficult to find an email, even a private one.
My curiosity outweighed my reservations, and I clicked on the file.
Forgive me, computer security gods.
The video popped up and auto-played. It was so dark and grainy it took
me a minute to figure out what was happening, but when I did, all the blood
drained from my face.
I clutched the edge of my desk and stared in horror at the clip of me and
Rhys in Nikolai’s library. Even with no sound, it was damning—me bent
over the table, him gripping my hair and pounding into me from behind.
It was dark enough we would’ve been unrecognizable had I not turned
my head halfway through the video. Rhys’s face never showed on camera,
but his hair, height, and build made his identity a foregone conclusion, and it
wouldn’t take much editing to clean up the quality and brighten it enough that
anyone who watched would know exactly who was doing what.
I’m going to be sick.
My skin felt hot and clammy, and a strange buzzing filled my ears as
question after question raced through my head.
Where did the video come from? Who could have gotten their hands on it
so quickly? Who knew where to look?
Judging by the angle, the camera had been inside the room, even though
Nikolai and Sabrina had been adamant about not having security cameras in
their private quarters. Someone must’ve planted it there. Were they hoping to
catch Nikolai and Sabrina doing something and caught Rhys and me instead?
But why would’ve they have planted a camera in an unfinished library, of all
places? Why not the bedrooms or office?
Most importantly of all…what did the sender want?