Hampus turned around with a spray can in one hand and laughed so hard the snus under his lip slid down his teeth. ‘Hey, babes! Daddy’s home.’ He nodded towards the swastika. ‘Like it? Looks good, doesn’t it? I figured, what the hell, might as well go all in, then we’ll see how fast the house sells.’

‘Hampus, where’s the bog?’ one of the others asked.

‘Are you blind? Right there in the corner, obviously,’ Hampus replied and resumed spraying red paint while his mate laughingly unzipped his trousers, walked over to a corner and started pissing so hard it spattered the walls.

Was he high or what was this? She tried to yell at them again to stop, but the only thing that came out of her mouth was saliva.

‘I’m sorry, did I hear a squeak from over there?’ Hampus turned to her again and put a hand behind his ear. ‘Hm, I guess not. You’re usually so good at talking back and spewing politically correct arguments until you get exactly what you want. But you’re not so cocky now, are you? Not the big bad detective now. You know what? You’re almost kind of cute, lying there, mumbling, wondering what the fuck’s going on.’ He stepped on to the bed and straddled her. ‘You think you can get rid of me, just like that? That all you have to do is write some letter and then you’re out? Let me tell you, it’s not quite that easy. Because no matter how badly you want to fuck that Fabian Risk or whatever his name is—’ He shook the spray can, threw off her duvet… ‘—you belong to me!’… and started spraying her pyjamas. First two red circles around each breast, then a dot in the middle of each one. ‘Aren’t you the one who’s always refusing to wear make-up? Apart from when you’ve been taught a lesson, of course. Look how pretty she looks with a bit of paint.’ Hampus kept spraying lower.

She tried to break free, but could only watch as he sprayed a belly button, a thinner waist and hips extending on to the bedcover.

‘Blimey, you actually look pretty fit. Hey, come over here and have a look.’ He drew a vagina between her legs.

One of the other men came up behind her head. ‘Wow, she looks well up for it.’ He leaned over her and squeezed her spray-painted breasts so hard it hurt.

Hampus tossed the spray can aside. ‘Almost makes you want to have some real fun.’ He grabbed her pyjama top and ripped it open; she could hear the buttons hit the floor.