"Ahhhhh...!" a blood curdling cry echoed through the warehouse. The two men holding down Alex had smashed one of his fingers with their hammer.
"Let's see how you hold a knife from now on!" the heavier guy on the left said with his husky voice.
"We like beautiful women too, but we would never do something as disgusting as you!" the skinnier guy on the right said as he spat on Alex. He then proceeded to smash another finger.
As the second scream echoed through the warehouse, the guy that stepped out from the shadows, walked over to turn off the music that was still playing. As soon as it stopped, Halia frowned. With her shirt unbuttoned and white lace bra showing, she ran over to the man and pouted her lips, "Turn it back on, I was dancing."
The man looked down at her and furrowed his brows. "Look at you! Didn't you learn your lesson the first time?" he asked as he quickly helped her button her shirt.
Halia stood still, like a little girl being dressed by her mother.
