One of the men looked at her face, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "How about I ruin your pretty face?"
Rick's laughter filled the room, cold and menacing. "No, her face would look more beautiful under me."
The other men laughed, the sound echoing off the walls. Eliza's heart pounded in her chest as she realized the full extent of their intentions. The fear that had been gripping her tightened, threatening to consume her entirely.
"Please don't," she cried, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't do anything wrong to you. Just why am I here?"
Rick's expression hardened. "Shut her mouth," he ordered.
One of the men grabbed a roll of duct tape from a nearby table and roughly tore off a piece. He leaned in close, pressing the tape over Eliza's mouth, muffling her cries. She whimpered, tears of helplessness and despair spilling down her cheeks.
