**A Night of Betrayal**

The men began pulling out their phones and subtly started recording Emma's nude body, their faces lit up with excitement and a hint of malice. Emma, still standing frozen, didn't notice at first, too caught up in her own shock and embarrassment. But as she caught a glimpse of the screens glowing in the dim light of the room, her heart sank. One of the guys, Mike, reached over and with his finger spread open her pussy, his touch sending a chill down Emma's spine. He brought his camera closer to fully record the intimate details, his eyes gleaming with a mix of arousal and entitlement. Emma's eyes widened in horror as she tried to process what was happening. "Sorry if it's smells strange," Emma apologized, her voice shaking with fear and humiliation. The man, Mike, laughed and said, "No, don't worry, she smells good." His words were laced with condescension and objectification, making Emma's skin crawl. As if to further degrade her, Mike pressed a kiss on her clit, his lips sending a shiver of revulsion down Emma's spine. She gasped, her cheeks glowing red with shock and embarrassment. The room seemed to spin around her as she struggled to comprehend the situation. The other men in the room continued to record her, their faces twisted with excitement and lust. Emma felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up. She tried to move, to cover herself, but her body seemed frozen in place. The kiss seemed to have broken the spell, and Emma suddenly found the strength to react. She quickly grabbed the dress that Alex had offered her earlier and hastily put it on, her hands shaking as she tied the straps. The room fell silent, the men still grinning from ear to ear, their eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. Emma knew she had to get out of there, and fast. She turned to John, who had been quiet throughout the ordeal, and demanded, "John, what is going on? Why did you let this happen?" John's smile faltered, and he looked away, his eyes avoiding Emma's. "I...I didn't mean for it to go this far," he stammered. Emma's eyes narrowed, her anger and hurt simmering just below the surface. "You didn't mean for it to go this far?" she repeated, her voice low and deadly. "You need to get me out of here, now." The room seemed to hold its breath as Emma waited for John's response, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that her life was about to change forever, and she was determined to make sure that these men would pay for what they had done to her.