With no mercy, the driver grabbed her firmly and tore off her clothes. He could see all of Callie's body.

His eyes glinted with predatory intent as he observed Callie's soft, delicate skin, knowing she would be easy prey.

Anticipating the thrill, the driver rubbed his hands together, addressing her, “Little girl, just embrace your fate. No one will hear you scream out here. I could have drugged you, but I prefer you conscious. It's more exhilarating..."

This driver had a history of offenses, concealing sedatives in his car, ever-ready to strike the perfect victim. No legitimate taxi driver, he toiled in a factory, driving this old, beat-up car around the city post-shift.

His scheme involved targeting ride-share pickups, masquerading as the driver when the real one faltered, then whisking victims to secluded spots. Tonight, he chose to linger in the car with Callie, her fragile appearance making her an irresistible target.

Callie teetered on the edge of breakdown, engulfed by terror and helplessness, reduced to pleading and tears. But tears and pleas wouldn't deter a criminal.

Just as the driver was poised to assault Callie, a blinding light suddenly flooded the car, illuminating the scene within.

Stunned, the driver froze as another car appeared on the usually deserted country road.

Having parked to the side, the driver expected any passing vehicle to simply drive past. However, the headlights of this black car remained fixed on him, not budging.

About to curse, the driver watched in disbelief as the black car suddenly sped toward his vehicle. “Damn it!" he snapped, panicking as he abandoned Callie and scrambled out of the car.

Fortunately, the black car didn't collide with his vehicle but screeched to a halt, mere inches away.

The driver, still in shock, witnessed a woman stepping out of the black car.

Rushing to the white car where Callie was in, Nicole discovered Callie, trembling and partially undressed, sobbing uncontrollably in the driver's seat.

Nicole swiftly shielded Callie with her jacket. "Come with me, quickly."

Initially hesitant, uncertain if Callie's father was present, Nicole contemplated calling Ethel. However, witnessing the car's tremors and hearing Callie's cries, she knew something was amiss.

Nicole's instincts screamed danger, prompting her to flick on her car's headlights, casting a bright light on the scene. Spotting the driver preparing to commit his heinous act, she wasted no time.

Without hesitation, she started her car and charged straight toward the white vehicle.

Slamming on the brakes, Nicole brought the car to a sudden halt, narrowly avoiding a collision as she watched the driver tumble out of his car. Her intention was to startle him, not collide with him. ALL she needed was to scare him off.

As Nicole rushed to aid Callie, the fallen driver scrambled to his feet. "No shit! Another whore? Two of you will be a blast."

Reaching for Nicole's hair, the driver aimed to throw her to the ground and incapacitate her.