One of the men dragged Raegan to a dark, secluded corner. There, she felt a slight prick on her finger. It appeared they were taking her blood.

After they had collected her blood, one of the men carefully stored a small vial of it in a backpack. He whispered urgently, “Let's go before we get caught."

Yet, upon laying eyes on Raegan's beautiful and delicate face, the other man, driven by desire, paused.

The one who had left, noticing his partner's absence, doubled back.

He found his partner's lustful gaze locked on Raegan. "Aren't we leaving?" he questioned.

The man captivated by Raegan chuckled. "You go ahead. I'll catch up after having a bit of fun!"

The intent behind his words was unmistakable.

The one who had turned back for his partner, now taking a moment to assess Raegan in the dim light, could not deny her striking beauty.

She possessed features reminiscent of a fairy, accompanied by a captivating figure. Such beauty was usually out of their league.

However, leaning on the side of caution, he suggested they steer clear of trouble, "We weren't told to touch her. It's better we just leave."

But the man, clearly driven by lust, protested, "I've never been with a wealthy woman before. Her beauty's driving me mad!"

As he clumsily unbuckled his belt, he tried to reassure his partner, "Don't worry. I'll make it quick. Just wait in the car for me."

The cautious man cast a regretful glance at Raegan, pondering the potential dangers of surveillance cameras and the pressing time.

Under different circumstances, he might have succumbed to temptation.

With a heavy sigh, he gave in, albeit reluctantly. “Fine, but I'm leaving in five minutes, with or without you."

“Go on, then."

As the man intent on raping Raegan was halfway through disrobing, he suddenly produced a knife and held it to Raegan's throat, hissing a warning, "Behave. Don't make a sound, or I'll use this."

Raegan felt the chilling touch of the blade and, trembling, nodded her head frantically, her eyes brimming with tears, her silence a desperate plea for mercy.

The sight of Raegan's tear-streaked face struck a chord within the man. Her vulnerability, framed in the dim light, seemed to him a perverse kind of allure. Overcome by his baser instincts, he peeled the tape from her mouth, preparing himself with one hand while suppressing Raegan with the other.

He mocked her, peeling off his clothes down to his underwear. "You rich girls, pretending to be all innocent, but deep down, you're just party animals, aren't you? Always hopping from one bed to another."