The red timer on every screen hit zero.
A loud buzz came through the speakers.
All over the country, people stopped walking on the streets. Cars stopped in the middle of roads in Sterling and Sun City. Everyone looked at their phones and the big street screens.
Then, Episode Two started playing.
Loud street music came on, followed by dirty laughs and bottles clinking.
The screen showed a cheap, dark motel room.
Sophie Brooks was lying on a dirty bed.
She was not alone.
Three rough men with street tattoos were drinking beer, throwing cash over her bare body, and laughing into the camera. Sophie was laughing with them, shouting bad words, and pulling two of them down onto the bed.
The camera did not cut away. It showed everything. More dates. More motels. More men.
Sophie doing di
