His voice was laced with venom as he spat out, “That bitch dared to play tricks on me! We'll split up and hunt her down, I'll rip her apart with my own hands..."

Raegan made her way through the woods, the darkness obscuring any sense of direction.

Fearful of discovery by those two men, she kept silent, resisting the urge to call out for help.

Seeking refuge, she found a hidden hollow in the land to conceal herself.

The nocturnal symphony of animal cries, bird calls, and the occasional stone tumbling resounded around her.

To admit she wasn't frightened would be a lie.

Shivering with terror, Raegan was drenched in a cold sweat, her head spinning.

Clutching her knees, she pinched her thighs in a bid to maintain alertness.

She attempted to anchor her thoughts on something, anything that might offer solace.

Yet, her mind was besieged by thoughts of Mitchel, longing for him to notice her absence and rescue her.

Deep down, she realized the futility of such hopes.

Mitchel was likely enjoying himself, and his disdain for her was so profound that even if he was aware of her plight, the Likelihood of him coming to her aid was nonexistent.

As exhaustion threatened to overwhelm her, a sudden blaze of Light cut through the darkness.

A surge of hope flooded Raegan, the possibility of someone rescuing her momentarily blinding her to reality.

But before a word could escape her lips, a voice crushed her newfound hope to dust.

"Little bitch, you think you can hide here from us?"

Neal hissed through clenched teeth, his desire to tear Raegan apart palpable.

"Your end is here. I'll take my time, savoring every second until your final breath," he taunted.

With Silas in tow, Neal advanced toward Raegan with deliberate steps.

Engulfed in dread, Raegan found herself without an escape, teetering on the brink of despair.