Evelyn finally made it home to her apartment. She didn't even remember the taxi ride or climbing the stairs. She collapsed on her living room floor, tears streaming down her face.

Then she remembered her phone had been recording all night. With shaking hands, she found the audio file and pressed play.

She heard her own voice first, weak and desperate. Then a deep man's voice she didn't recognize. Then... sounds that made her stomach turn. Moans. Her moans mixed with his.

She cried even harder, clutching her phone like it could somehow undo what had happened.

She dragged herself to the bathroom. When she saw the purple marks scattered...