Genesis gasped as the video began to play in front of her. She had been there that day—she had lived it—but seeing it now, from another angle, made her stomach twist. There she was, strapped to the chair, helpless. She couldn’t scream, couldn’t make a sound. Her chest exposed as they snapped photos, and now it was undeniable—there were videos, too.

Veronica’s voice drifted from behind the camera, crisp and cold. Her face never appeared, but that voice was burned into Genesis’s skull. The screen showed water pouring over her head, and instinctively Genesis shivered. For a split second, it was as if she was back there again—trapped, terrified, that...