‘Don’t you care for us at all?’ her mother asked through tears. ‘First you tarnish this family, and now you do this. Do you have no shame?’

‘I… I don’t know what it is I’ve done.’

‘Play it,’ her father said behind her.

Kirin stepped forward without looking up at Neena. She picked up a laptop from the sofa and lifted the screen, holding it before her in a shaking grip.

‘Press play,’ Kirin said without meeting her eye, even when Neena let her eyes linger on her face and watched as her cheeks flushed.

Neena removed her hand from her cheek and moved the cursor on the screen to play the video.

The footage began with an empty room. The camera was positioned in the far corner, capturing a bed with white bedding, maroon carpet, and a television on the wall, beside a wardrobe with mirrored doors. In the reflection was the view of a small bathroom.

A door opened and shed light on from the small hallway. A man and a woman talked. When she and Richard came into view her legs buckled. Her father was ready and hooked his arms beneath hers to hold her up.

‘Watch,’ he said.

She watched as Richard kissed her and moved her hair aside to kiss her neck down to her chest. He slipped the strap of her top off her shoulder and removed her breast from her bra. He latched his lips around her nipple and tasted it.

‘No,’ she said. ‘I don’t understand…’

She watched herself slip her hands down Richard’s underwear. When she began to lower her knees, she slammed the laptop shut.

‘No!’ her mother shouted. ‘Make her watch it all.’

Her sister blinked back tears as she opened the laptop again and pressed play. This wasn’t just a lesson for Neena, but Kirin too.

‘Stand up, Neena,’ her father barked.

Neena struggled to her feet.

‘She’s closed her eyes,’ her mother said.

‘Open!’ her father ordered, and held her head with both hands to make sure she couldn’t look away.

Neena watched as they undressed each other and lay down on the bed, as Richard pleasured her between her legs and climbed on top of her. She couldn’t meet anyone’s eye, she could only watch as Richard moved on top of her as their lips met and the bed banged against the wall. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, and froze when Richard gave a quick glance to the camera, before returning his gaze to her below. Eventually the tears built so quickly that they blurred her vision, and she was saved from the sight of the video. But she could still hear their gleeful groans and the sound Richard made when he climaxed.

When the video stopped, Kirin backed away and her father let go of her. Neena fell to her knees in the middle of the room.