"Make sure you don't say another word after what you did, you filthy pervert," Samira said, still furious about what had happened a few hours ago. "We're almost there, so I hope you stay quiet and only speak when we ask you to, okay? We don't want you causing more trouble." This time, it was Monica who spoke, giving him a gentle smile while squeezing his hand so tightly that she nearly crushed it.
"Hey... there's no nee—" "Yes, there is." She said, giving him a sinister smile, and he was starting to get scared of their reactions. It was as if three demons were holding him hostage. And well... he could only accept it.
"Are we almost there, Carlos?" Beatrice, who had been quiet until now, observing how everyone was treating Strax... with reason...
