The bedroom was dark except for the blue glow of Priya’s phone screen. She sat cross-legged on the bed—naked, legs spread casually, cum still drying on her inner thighs—reading the unknown number’s message again and again like it was foreplay.

Rohan and I flanked her—still naked, cocks soft but twitching every time she shifted and the mattress dipped. The strap-on lay discarded on the floor like a used toy; the air smelled of sex, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of fear.