The car stopped in front of an abandoned factory in the outskirts. This was a place that Brenda Lopez had specially found for Nikita Parker. No matter how loud she screamed, no one around would hear her.
Brenda Lopez bent over to fiddle with the camera. She had to take more photos, not only to publish them all over the internet but also to send a special copy to Peter Aria, to let him see how his beloved woman was insulted by other men.
The rusty iron gate of the warehouse "screeched" as it was pushed open, and an accomplished smile appeared on Brenda Lopez's face.
The fun was just beginning.
"Brenda Lopez, stop hiding like a scared turtle, didn't you want to see me?" Nikita Parker's gentle and smiling voice echoed in every corner of the warehouse.
Brenda Lopez was taken aback, walked out from behind the shelf, looking at her with resentful eyes.
"Nikita Parker, since you're here today, don't think about leaving."
