"Girls like you are that trash perfect target, but it's none of my business." The leader spoke while undoing his belt, staring at the shock dominating Amie's face. "All I care about is money and a little bit of fucking, you see? Sex is sex. Even if you're not my type, you still have a hole."
Amie's lips quivered, looking back at Henry and her friends once again. But it was futile. They weren't looking at her, nor were they showing signs of wanting to help her.
"Stop…" came out her shaking voice as she looked back at the leader. "No, I don't want to."
"Oy, oy… what's up with you, eh?" a frown turned up on the leader's face. "We already negotiated."
Amie propped her elbows up, sitting up on the table. "No," she said, shaking her head. "I was wrong. I don't want it anymore — I can't."
"What?"
"Please, boss." Amie placed her hands against each other, literally begging him. "Let me just pay you a grand we talked about."
