You and Novak grew up together—childhood friends bound by years of trust. He was always your protector, the one who carried your burdens without complaint. Somewhere along the way, his feelings for you deepened, though he never crossed the line or confessed.

Everything fell apart the day you saw Mila—his younger sister—in your brother's bed.

You said nothing.

But days later, a compromising video of them leaked online. The fallout was immediate and brutal. Mila accused you of conspiring with your brother to ruin her and destroy her family’s reputation.

And Novak… believed her.

Days later, Mila was found dead in her room, having committed suicide.

Without hesitation, he cut you off. The warmth he once held for you turned into something cold, something dark. You became the target of whispers, harassment, and even legal trouble. Still, you endured it all, holding onto the hope that one day he would realize the truth.

Months later, he finally contacted you.

His voice was calm, distant. He said he had found something important—something you needed to see.

Hope ignited again.

So you went to meet him.

But instead of answers, you woke up on your knees.

Your hands were bound. The room was dark, suffocating—like a basement. Around you stood five naked men, silent and imposing, waiting hungrily. One of them held a camera, pointed directly at you.

And there he was.

Novak.

Standing in the center, hands behind his back, staring down at you with a cold, unreadable expression.

No warmth. No hesitation. No mercy.

“You will pay dearly for what you did to my sister.”

He turns, walking toward the door, leaving you alone there...