The Gang Part 2
The phone buzzed against my thigh, snapping me out of the DVD’s hypnotic glow. Vicky’s name flashed on the screen, third call today. My thumb hovered over the decline button, but guilt twisted my stomach. She’d texted again: *Seriously, Sarah, wtf happened? You vanished.* The clock read 9:47 PM. I’d been watching the footage on loop for hours, my body sore from relentless touching. Jay’s voice echoed from the TV speakers, “That’s it, take it deeper, slut” as my phone buzzed again. This time, I grabbed it, my voice hoarse from disuse. “Vicky. Hey.” “Jesus Christ, Sarah!” Vicky’s voice was sharp with relief and irritation. “I’ve been calling hospitals and everything. You just disappeared!” “I know, I…” My voice cracked as Jay’s laughter from the DVD drowned out my thoughts. The footage showed me arching …