The creaking floorboards announce Scarlett's arrival, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She finds her father-in-law, his eyes dark with knowledge, waiting in the living room. "You won't tell him," she begs, her voice barely a whisper. He smirks, unbuckling his belt. "Depends on how well you suck, doesn't it?" Scarlett swallows hard, her eyes flicking to the door, then back to the monster in his pants. She sinks to her knees, her reality shifting as she takes him into her mouth, the taste of betrayal bitter on her tongue.