Amelia lay stretched out on the bed, naked, her body draped only in soft, white sheets as she moved with slow, seductive grace, a self-satisfied smirk curling up on her lips.

The darkness outside the hotel window matched her mood perfectly as she let her mind wander to what she imagined was happening to her stepsister, Julia.

She could practically see it—Julia beaten, injured, possibly raped, broken, erased from their lives forever. Killed in the loneliness and darkness of the night.

She and her friend, Nadia, had made sure of it. They had sent huge men to "take care of things" a few nights ago, ensuring Julia would be wiped...