Her desperate scream couldn't stop the man from walking away.
He didn't even look back; his straight figure gradually melted into the darkness.
Abigail lay naked on the ground, her eyes wide as she watched Trenton disappear from her sight. She sobbed bitterly in unwillingness and pain, and the few men nearby were speaking Japanese. The director approached her, waved his hand, and motioned for someone to take her back into the room.
As Abigail was lifted off the ground by a man, she couldn't believe it, "What do you want to do to me?"
No one replied.
Everyone just followed the process and continued with what they had to do.
When she was dragged onto the messy little bed, and the director lifted his DV for adjusting again, she suddenly understood what they intended to do.
She struggled, "Don't, please, don't do this anymore! I won't film it, I was wrong. You can't treat me like this, Old Sir Swallow will not let you get away with this!"
