“You're supposed to beg!"

In a fit of rage, he struck Sarah across the face. The unexpected blow took Sarah by surprise, and she tasted the iron tang of her own blood.

“Come on! Call your friend!" Jack yelled, his desperation evident. He yanked Sarah's hair, causing her head to collide with the floor.

Through the pain, Sarah remained steadfast, refusing to utter a sound.

Ariana didn't hear Sarah's voice anymore, but the sound of the impact made her shiver in dread. Her eyes welled up with tears as she drew a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure.

"Who sent you here? How much did they pay you? I can pay you ten times as much."

“Ten times?" Mike smirked, "I doubt you have that much."

"Tam married into the Anderson family. If you let us go, I can offer more than just money." Ariana attempted to negotiate, her voice filled with a glimmer of hope.

Her hope was met with cruel laughter from outside.

"The Andersons? They're nothing. You should know, we're determined to get our job done today."

Ariana's hope faded almost as soon as it appeared.

She realized that regardless of what happened next, these men had no intention of letting them go.

“Boss, it's getting late. If the woman's people start looking for her, it could get tricky.

She's not coming out. Maybe we should back off," Jack advised, glancing at his watch.

Clearly frustrated, Mike spat on the floor. He wasn't ready to leave empty-handed.

"We can't just waste this trip. If we can't accomplish our mission, we might as well get a taste of this starlet. Help me get her up!”

He began to undress, his disgusting smile widening.

Sarah, still bound, trembled in fear. Memories of her past traumas surfaced, leaving her feeling cold and despairing.

‘As Mike advanced on her, starting to undress her, the closed door abruptly swung open.

Standing in the doorway, one hand hidden behind her back, Ariana's voice echoed across the room.