"Stop!" A sudden and piercing shout, followed by the forceful opening of the iron door.
The men in black were startled, never having anticipated anyone would find this remote location. Both their captives were still bound, so they hadn't even locked the door.
They hadn't expected someone—let alone a woman—would appear so suddenly.
George's eyes widened, not expecting the newcomer to be Belly Wescott. How did she end up here?
Belly charged in, running fast before coming to a halt in front of George. She then kicked away the knife held by the man in black.
Belly fell in the process, hitting the ground with a thud, her skin scraping against the rough floor.
The knife pressed against George's neck was gone, but the men had more than just one knife.
After reacting to the situation, the other two men in black quickly restrained Belly Wescott.
With a loud smack, one of them hit Belly's face without restraint, leaving a clear handprint on her now-flush cheek.
He he—
