**Beneath the Surface of Deceit**

The air was heavy with tension as Angela's father stood frozen, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and hurt. Michael, still naked, took a step forward, his eyes locked on his father. "Dad, please understand—" But his father's gaze cut him off, his attention fixed on Angela, who lay on the bed, her face buried in the pillow. Without a word, he strode over to her, his movements stiff and mechanical. Angela felt a shiver run down her spine as he reached out and gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the only sound the heavy breathing in the room. Then, in a move that seemed almost detached, her father leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Angela's eyes widened in shock as he deepened the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth. Michael's voice was barely above a whisper. "Dad, stop." But Angela's father didn't respond. He continued to kiss her, his hands roaming over her body, unbuttoning her shirt and pushing it open. Angela felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, unable to move or speak. As her father's hands caressed her skin, Michael's eyes locked onto hers, a mixture of emotions swirling in their depths. He took a step forward, his hand reaching for his zipper. "Maybe I should join in," he said, his voice laced with a toxic mix of arousal and guilt. Angela's eyes flashed to Michael, horror and disgust written across her face. But before she could react, her father's hands had pushed her onto her back, his body covering hers. The room seemed to spin around her as she felt his weight pressing her down, his hands and mouth exploring her skin. The world around her dissolved into chaos, and Angela felt herself slipping away, her mind recoiling from the horror of what was happening.