Reaching the clearing, she crouched down submissively, using the veil of night to fully free herself from the rope.

Neal, fraught with urgency, demanded, “Why crouch? Just lay down."

In a whisper, Raegan responded, "This position is more suitable."

Neal laughed lightly.

“Impressive. You're even familiar with this position..."

While speaking, he roughly seized Raegan's hair, his voice taking on a rough tone.

“Come on, make it quick. I've been waiting all day and I'm losing patience..

“Alright, Neal," Raegan agreed without a second thought, an undertone of eagerness in her voice.

Neal eyed her with suspicion. But before he could discern her true intentions, a searing agony erupted from his groin.

"Ah! What have you done?" he cried out.

Neal fell, writhing on the ground, his moans reminiscent of a pig in its final throes.

Through the haze of his pain, Neal caught sight of Raegan holding a bloodied sharp stone.

“Bitch, you'll regret this..." he hissed.

However, before he could utter another word, Raegan brought the stone down on his forehead with a heavy thud.

Bang! The sound of stone against skull was excruciating.

Neal's face, now smeared with blood, took on a ghastly appearance in the shadowy night.

Realizing Neal was defenseless, Raegan tossed the stone aside and fled into the darkness.

Neal, grasping for breath, muttered, “Silas... Silas..."

By the time Silas reached him, Raegan was long gone.

Neal, bloodied and covering his crotch, slowly rose to his feet with Silas’ support.