The dinner began quietly under dim candlelight. Rain tapped softly against the windows while jazz music played through hidden speakers in the living room. Marcus joked constantly, pretending to be charming, while Ethan barely spoke at all. Oliver looked tense from the moment they arrived.
Charlotte forced herself to smile while secretly checking the hidden camera feed on her phone beneath the table.
Then Marcus stood up.
“Tonight calls for something special,” he announced with a grin.
He walked into the kitchen carrying bottles and glasses while Ethan remained seated beside Oliver. Through the hidden camera audio, Charlotte heard Ethan speaking softly.
“You know the rules,” Ethan said calmly.
Oliver nodded immediately like a frightened child.
“Yes.”
“No hesitation tonight.”
“I understand.”
Charlotte’s heart began racing.
Marcus returned moments later holding four drinks. While pretending to place ice inside Charlotte’s glass, he discreetly removed a small packet from his pocket and emptied powder into the drink.
Charlotte almost froze.
Her husband saw everything clearly.
And did absolutely nothing.
Instead, Oliver lowered his eyes in silence while Marcus laughed quietly.
Charlotte forced herself to lift the glass and fake drinking from it while secretly pouring most of the liquid into a nearby plant when nobody looked. Ten minutes later she pretended becoming dizzy.
“Oh God… I don’t feel well,” she whispered weakly.
Marcus smiled.
Oliver stared at the floor.
Charlotte slowly walked upstairs while pretending she could barely stand. Once inside the bedroom, she locked the door silently and watched the live camera feed from her phone.
Downstairs, the atmosphere changed instantly.
Marcus sat on the dining table smoking a cigarette while Ethan removed his coat calmly.
Then Marcus laughed.
“She really trusts you,” he told Oliver.
Oliver looked ashamed but strangely emotional.
“I know.”
Ethan grabbed Oliver’s chin aggressively.
“You belong to us because you enjoy this,” he whispered.
Oliver closed his eyes.
And nodded.
Charlotte watched in horror as the men insulted him, mocked him, and treated him like property while Oliver accepted everything willingly. Worse still, they discussed her like she was an object rather than a human being.
Marcus suddenly frowned.
“She went upstairs too fast.”
Ethan stared toward the staircase.
“Check on her.”
Panic exploded inside Charlotte’s chest.
She immediately grabbed her phone and dialed emergency services with trembling hands.
“Please,” she whispered desperately, “send police now.”
