Mira Monroe, tear-streaked and defeated, sits on her bed, her phone clutched in her hand. Ike Diezel, her stepfather, enters, asking what's wrong. She tells him about the breakup. He listens, then moves closer, his voice gentle but his eyes hungry. 'You deserve better, Mira,' he murmurs, his hand stroking her hair, then her shoulder, then her breast. She stiffens, then melts into his touch. He kisses her, and she responds, her body aching for comfort, for touch. He undresses her, his eyes devouring her young body, then he fucks her, hard and rough, claiming her as his own.