The Raider with the shotgun looked back and jerked his head, gesturing for Trisha to follow. "I haven't got all day. Let's go."
The poor girl had no choice but to lower her eyes and follow the bandit without any protest. He led her past the reception hall and took her to a small kitchen at the back.
Trisha carefully looked around, allowing her concealed camera to spot the bandits inside. There were three Raiders inside the kitchen along with two unarmed girls wearing stained white aprons.
"How long does it take for you to chop a damn carrot?" one of the Raiders scolded the black-haired girl working on the chopping board.
She shivered in terror and started chopping faster. The other girl was older than her and had curly red hair. She was stirring something on an old non-stick frying pan while being watched closely by a pair of lustful eyes behind her.
